a/n: this was short. I just....for this chapter and what I want to happen next....there wasn't anythig I could do. So it's quick. But you need it to understand the next chapter sooo...i'm sorry for making it short...

Kylie glanced at her cell phone and let out a sigh. Adam was thirty minutes late for her doctor's appointment. Her head turned at the sound of her name, and a woman in pink scrubs smiled at her. She stood up from the chair she'd been sitting in, and waddled towards the nurse, who led her into a room.

After another 45 minutes, Kylie was finally getting an ultrasound, and Adam still wasn't there. She let out a sigh as the cold feeling of the gel rubbed against her huge belly.

"You excited for the baby to come?" Her doctor asked her, trying to find where the baby was today.

"Yeah," Kylie smiled. "Adam and I are fighting on whether it's a boy or girl."

"Would you like to know?"

"Nope," Kylie shook her head. "We're gonna wait until he's born. But I know it's a boy. I'm hoping it's a boy. I guess it doesn't matter as long as it's healthy. I just like to say he because I hate saying it."

"Okay," the doctor started, flipping a switch. "Let's listen to baby's heartbeat." After a few seconds the doctor nodded her head, and turned the switch off. "Okay. Ten toes, ten fingers, heartbeat…"

"What?" Kylie asked, sitting up. "What's wrong?"

"The kidney is kind of small," she informed Kylie. "It could be nothing, baby could just be tiny, but it seems like it's not developing right."

"Is that bad?" Kylie whispered. "Is he gonna die?"

"We're gonna run some tests, okay?"

"Oh…okay," Kylie whispered.

Kylie sat quietly in Adam's bed, her hands wiping away tears as she waited for him to come home. He hadn't showed up at the hospital. He hadn't answered his phone. She didn't know where he was, or why he hadn't come to her appointment. Dopey jumped onto the bed as well, and let out a whine, his head lying in her lap. He knew she was upset.

"Kylie!" Adam's voice called, a laugh escaping his voice as he shut the front door. She could hear a few other people's laughs, followed by the TV turning on. He had friends over, she realized. And he hadn't given her the heads up.

"Asshole," Kylie rolled her eyes, crawling under the comforters on his bed. Dopey jumped off the bed and hurried out of the bedroom to climb down the steps. He faced Adam, along with three other guys holding beers, getting ready to play Rock band, and let out a loud, obnoxious bark.

"Get," Adam rolled his eyes. Ignoring Dopey, who let out another bark.

"I think he's gotta pee or somethin'," A blonde man with a slightly scruffier beard than Adam's spoke, glancing at the dog. "When the hell did you get a fuckin' dog?"

"It aint his," another guy laughed. "It's his pregnant girlfriend's. Where is she anyway? I wanna meet this bitch."

"She's not a bitch," Adam rolled his eyes. "Kylie!" He sipped at his beer, and then picked a song to begin to play on Rock Band.

"Where is she?" the dark haired one laughed. "Is she hot? I bet you made her up to make us jealous."

"Did not," Adam said, choosing expert. "She's probably sleeping. Pregnant people sleep a lot."

"Ehw. Do you guys have sex?"

"Well obviously. I mean she's pregnant."

"But I mean while she's pregnant. That's so gross."

"Wow," Adam shook his head. "Sex with my hot girlfriend is not gross. You're fucking retarded, dude. At least I can actually get laid."

"Yeah you made that clear when you got some bitch pregnant," the blond finally chimed in, drumming ferociously.

All four of the men sitting in Adam's living room suddenly jumped when they heard a loud bang, all forgetting to hit pause when they turned their heads toward the kitchen. Kylie stood, her hands on her hips, ignoring the broken glass she'd just dropped after hearing the words escape that stupid asshole's mouth.

"Babe," Adam whispered, standing up.

"I'm going over Niki's," she choked, unable to look at Adam.

"Babe he was just messing around," Adam tried to explain, standing up.

"Look," Kylie growled, causing Adam to stop moving. "You're with your friends. I'm gonna go be with mine." She brushed her hair from her face and bit her lip, grabbing her back. She really needed a back massage. She headed towards the front door where her slip on shoes she'd bought so she'd have something easy to put on when Adam wasn't there to help, and slid them onto her swollen feet, calling for Dopey to follow as she opened the front door.

"She's pissed," the blond shrugged, turning back to the game.

Kylie let out a sigh, walking up the steps to Adam's home, and opened the bedroom door, where she knew Adam was more than likely sound asleep. She slammed the bedroom door shut, and flicked the light switch on, letting out a loud obnoxious yawn, and dropping her purse on her nightstand.

"Kales?"

"That's my name!" she spoke louder than she needed to, causing Adam to sit up.

"Babe," he whispered, rubbing at his eyes. "I'm sorry about what Greg said earlier. It was guy talk."

"It was disgusting," Kylie shrugged, undoing her jeans and heading for her dresser. She puller her shirt over her head, and undid her bra, grabbing a sports bra.

"Look. I'm sorry."

"Where were you today?" Kylie asked, climbing into a pair of sweats and spinning around to face Adam. "Where were you while I was a my doctor's appointment, Adam?"

Adam's mouth dropped. "Oh baby. I'm so sorry. I completely forgot."

Kylie sniffled, and wiped at her eyes. "I called you."

"I turned my phone off," he sighed, standing up to comfort her. "Don't touch me," she whispered.

"Baby."

"While you were playing your stupid Rock Band, I was in the hospital!" she shouted. "All day. Congratulations, Adam! It's a sick, dying boy." Adam stopped in his tracks standing in front of Kylie in just his boxers, unsure of what to say. "He's got kidney failure. He needs to come out early, and they gotta get him a transplant. We need to hope some other baby with his blood type dies so he can survive!" she screamed, ignoring the tears falling from her face. "While you're out playing your stupid game, I'm finding out our son is probably gonna die before he's even born! Before we even get to meet him."

"I'm sorry," Adam whispered. "I'm so sorry. I should have been there. There's no excuse, Kylie. I should have been there. I should have answered my phone and I should have stuck up for you."

"Yeah," she nodded her head in agreement. "But you didn't. So you can sleep on the couch tonight," she whispered. "Please," she added, turning away from him.

"Kylie," Adam spoke, brushing his hands against her arm. "I'm so sorry."

"Me too," Kylie whispered, watching Adam go back to the bed.

"I'm not sleeping on the couch."

"Yes you are."

"No," Adam spoke sternly, his fists clenching. "Something bad just happened. You need me. I. I need you. We're not gonna sit here and pretend like everything okay when it's not!"

"Leave me alone!" Kylie shouted. "I want to be alone!"

"No," Adam spoke sternly, putting his foot down. He knew she didn't want to be alone. Every time she was upset she went to him, and this time wasn't going to be any different. He was going to stick up for himself. "You're going to sit down in this bed. And you're gonna tell me what's wrong with the baby."

"No," Kyle shook her head. "I want you to leave me alone."

"Don't say that," Adam shook his head. "Come on. I'm not Tim. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? Just sit down."

Kylie wiped her eyes, contemplating on what to do. She knew he wasn't going to go on the couch. She also knew her back would give out if she tried to sleep on the couch. She'd have to give into him. But only because she was pregnant.