A/N: YAY! New Chapter! Thanks to everyone who has been reviewing my story! It means a lot to me that you think it's good, and thank you to Krunior4fuckingever. for that correction, I thought I heard Kris call it Dodge in one of the season 1 episodes, but I guess I was mistaken. : )
Kris Furillo
Kris was lying on her bed, dying. Not really at least. She shifted and she felt her heart cracking, shattering, splintering inside her chest. Tears were streaming down her face, but she was used to that now, she had been crying for days. She sat up and her stomach turned, and she put a hand over her mouth, running to the bathroom. After she flushed the toilet, her body curled around the cold white porcelain, her head aching, her stomach rolling. She put a hand on her forehead and leaned her head back, lying against the cool tiling of the floor.
She glanced toward the sink, at the wooded cabinet doors and she took a deep breath, getting up and crawling towards it. She pulled the door open and reached blindly inside, her hands feeling to the foreign cardboard box. When her fingers grazed the soft surface, her heart caught in her throat. She pulled the test out and looked at it for ten minutes before she actually ripped open the flimsy cardboard and went to the toilet. She positioned the small plastic stick and sighed, her mind racing.
What if I am pregnant? What will I do it Junior never comes back? He hasn't even tried to call me since I saw him at the club that night with that blond girl. She sat the test face down on the marble counter and waited, her internal clock ticking away the five minutes the instructions told her to wait.
When it was finally over she quickly grabbed the test and flipped it over, her eyes searching for the answer to her burning question. What she saw both shocked and soothed her. She ran her hand gently over the result screen, her heart racing a million miles an hour, but in a good way. A smile flew across her lips and a laugh bubbled out from deep inside of her.
She ran from the bathroom, the test still in her hand, and she put on a pair of flats she had sitting at the entrance before running out. She flew down the hallway and into the elevator, her foot tapping nervously on the trip down to the ground floor. When the doors finally opened, she flew from the apartment complex and to her car, before racing off to Davis Farms.
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When her car skidded to a halt in the driveway of the Davis house, she was still clutching the test. She ran to the door and pounded on it like her life depended on it. She stood there, her heart racing, her knees shaking, and her smile growing bigger by the minute until the door finally cracked open, revealing a tired and forlorn looking Junior. When his eyes finally seemed to register who it was, a smile flew onto his face and his eyes seemed to light up and relax.
Before he could say anything though, Kris jumped on him, her mouth over his. His arms instinctively went around her waist and she smiled against his lips, her tongue searching his mouth for some kind of foreign taste, like he had been kissing another woman right before he had answered the door, but there was none, and that fact only made her smile more.
When they finally split apart, gasping for air, Junior looked at her and she smiled shyly. He ran his thumb over the skin of her cheek and she bit her lip, her eyes closing. God she had missed the feel of his skin on hers. She opened her eyes again and she suddenly remembered the reason she had raced there at 65 miles an hour. She took Junior's hand and pressed the plastic pregnancy test into his hand, before curling his fingers around it, closing his hand into a fist. When he pulled the test to his own face, looking at it closely, his eyes widened, his mouth open. She hooked her finger and pushed his jaw up, a smile on her face so wide she thought it would split.
"Is this for real?" he asked her, his mouth open again.
"No, the test says positive because I'm not pregnant." She told him in mock seriousness.
"We're gunna have a baby?" for a minute Kris thought he was going to slam the door shut and never talk to her again, but when she nodded in confirmation, he smiled widely and scooped her up in his arms. She laughed and kissed the top of his head, sending sparks flying right in front of her eyes, and a chill down her spine. Her body tingled with a kind of life that only Junior seemed able to bring her. When he put her down, he grabbed her face and kissed her deeply, sending tingles through her toes.
"I love you." She told him when they broke apart. "I don't even remember what started that fight the other day." She whispered.
"I'm sorry about that whole thing with the club. I was taking Matt's adviceā¦-" Kris scoffed gently and she felt Junior's hands hesitantly reach around to her stomach, holding her still flat stomach. "Can you feel it yet?" he asked her and she laughed softly.
"Not yet. I'm sure that soon enough, it'll be kicking like crazy." She told him. She watched as he got on his knees and pressed his face gently into her stomach. She cradled his head gently and she heard him breathe her in, and a smile passed her face. He turned his head to that his nose was pressed gently into her stomach and she felt his mouth move against the soft fabric of her t-shirt.
"I love you little one." She heard him whisper, before he kissed her stomach, a blessing for the future.
Junior Davis
Though he should have felt like he was tied down, and like he would never really live again because Kris was pregnant, he felt like the exact opposite. He felt better than he had in a while. He had moved back into the apartment with Kris, and it had been like before they got in a fight, only now, they threw in baby name and parenting books, OB appointments, belly kissed, and Mozart CDs.
"No, go ahead. I'm pregnant Junior, not disabled." She joked with him. She was sitting on the couch, her hand covering her flat stomach gently, like it was meant to be there. He smiled and kissed her gently, a smile forming on his lips as he did so.
"I'll be back soon, and if you need anything, call me, I'm only going to be at Matt's okay?" He looked at her like she was the most fragile thing in the world. She blushed and turned away, smiling.
"I'll be fine Junior." She assured him. He put his hand on the door knob and turned it, still watching her. "Go!" she shouted, throwing one of the throw pillows from the couch at him.
He ducked and left the apartment, a wide smile still plastered on his face when he arrived at Matt's. They hadn't told anyone yet in fear of the 'you're going way to fast in this relationship!' speech, but Junior figured that if it was safe to tell anyone, he could tell Matt.
When his friend answered the door, he smiled and put a hand on Junior's shoulder, hauling him inside the apartment. He made his way to the kitchen and sat in one of the chairs at the table. "Dude, I have got the biggest news anyone could give another human being." He told Matt, his eyes wide. He still couldn't believe himself that he was going to be a father.
He loved Kris, and he would stand by her no matter what and he knew that she would always be there for him, but that didn't make him any less nervous. Matt came over and sat in the chair across from him, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
"If you're thinking about marrying Kris or anyone else, don't." Matt told him, laughing when he was finished. Junior laughed along, but he made a mental note to ask Dani what was up later.
"No, it's even bigger." He told him, getting excited just thinking about it.
"What is it?" Matt asked, his curiosity kicking in. Junior looked around the apartment, making sure Dani wasn't standing around or that there was anyone or anything else to hear him.
"Kris is pregnant. I'm gunna be a dad Matt." Junior waited for the congratulations, but alls he received was a blank stare and an open mouth. "Dude, did you hear me? I'm going to be a dad!" he shouted, waving a hand in front of Matt's face. Matt shook his head and stared at Junior.
"You can't be serious. You got her pregnant?!" Matt shouted, standing up and running a hand through his messy curls.
"What's so bad about that? I love her and she loves me. We both want this. This is my responsibility, and I don't mean that in a 'I'm doing it because I have to' way, but in a 'I'm doing it because I want to' way." Junior told him, putting his hand firmly on the table. Suddenly, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket, and he slipped it out. He glanced at the caller ID and smiled when he saw a picture of Kris smiling back at him. "Be right back man." He told Matt before getting up and walking to another room, while simultaneously clicking the accept button.
"Hey baby." He said through the phone, and he smiled. He liked the feel of that word against his tongue. He let it sit there for a second, tasting it in a way a child would taste a new candy. "How's everything?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I'm so sorry." He heard her whisper through the phone, her voice thick with emotion. Suddenly, there was a lump in his throat the size of an orange, he couldn't breathe.
"I'll be home in two seconds." He promised. She murmured something over the line before he heard a click. He shoved his phone in his pocket, storming out of the room, towards the front door.
"Dude, where are you going? You just got here." Matt asked him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Something's wrong with Kris. I need to go back." Junior told him, even though it took the greatest amount of energy ever to utter those few words. He stormed out of the house, running to the Porsche, his mind on nothing but Kris.
When he arrived back at the loft, he heard a soft sobbing coming from somewhere inside. He closed the door behind him and his eyes swept around the apartment. A parenting book lay open on the floor; one of the toys he had bought for the future baby lay in a sprawled heap of broken plastic and metal parts.
He made his way to the bathroom when he heard another sob, this one more desperate than the last one he had heard. These were not normal sobs. These were guttural moans of despair, laced with something so primal, he did not yet understand. He pushed the door open and saw her, sitting on the closed lid of the toilet. Her head hung low, her knees hugged to her chest. He walked up to her, his eyes desperately searching her now upturned face for any sign of hope, but all he saw was misery.
"Please forgive me." She begged, and he held her close, comforting her even though he felt like he needed to be comforted himself. He comforted her, even though the hole that had formed where his heart had been desperately needed to be filled.
A/N: Sorry it's so short. : (
