Somewhere on Autumn Woods Drive
By Rikku Minouke
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH
AN: I know! It's super duper short! I'm sorry but I thought combining this and the next would take away from each chapters importance. Sorry guys!
Chapter twenty-five
My father unknowingly molded me for the future. After growing up with him, I had become a push over because I let fear control me. Every man I had been with in my life, I had handed them the reins and let them hold power over me because that's how I grew up. But this baby changed me. I was done letting people tell me what to do or what to say.
"When are we taking the birthing classes?" Kurama asked as I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Blinking several times to let the question sink in, I approached the red haired man. He was digging through the utensil drawer.
"We aren't taking those classes," I informed him sitting on a chair that let me watch him fiddle with everything.
"What do you mean, we aren't taking the classes?" he paused long enough to give me a confused glance before continuing his search.
Shaking my head, I felt my hair slip past my shoulders. "It's not necessary. Not with all the books you've bought, the internet, and my mom. I feel pretty secure in all of this."
He turned to lean against the counter, crossing his arms in front of his chest, and leveled me with a serious expression. "You don't want to take any of the classes? None of them?"
"I'll probably do the breast feeding class and a tour of the hospital," I told him. "I don't want to do the other classes."
"I think it might be good for us to look into them though," Kurama tilted his head with this innocent look but steeled eyes. It confused me and angered me at the same time.
"Us?" I almost laughed. "I don't understand."
He almost seemed as confused as I thought I was. "If we are going to be doing this, I think it would be good to look into some of this. Knowledge is power in all things."
I licked my lips, giving me a second to think about my word choices. Shaking my head, I stood back up. "In this together? Kurama, we aren't together, though. I'm in this. Me. With my baby."
"Botan," Kurama sighed and pushed away from the counter but I held up my palm to signal for him to stop.
"No," I shook my head. "You keep doing this. You keep putting yourself in the father position and that was something you had accused me of when you found out. I didn't move in here to make you into this baby's father."
"That was not my intention," Kurama said quietly. His lips pressing together.
"When you use words like: Us, we, together. The message then gets a little screwed up," I was letting my anger leak out. "You confuse me so much. I have no idea what is going on here. Some days I think you want to be with me. Other days you say we are just friends. I'm fucking confused."
"I'm sorry, Botan," Kurama's face had started fall at my rant.
"No, I'm sorry," I snapped. "I can't keep doing this day in and day out. We are so comfortable together that the lines are starting to blur and I don't know where I lie with you. I can't figure it out. I can't seem to piece together what you actually want out of this whole situation."
He was silent and I could tell he didn't intend to speak until he'd figured out what was going through that brain of his. Shaking my head in frustration, I turned and grabbed my coat, boots, and keys before storming out the front door. Not to look at him as I slammed the door.