Casa Walsh Living Room

It was the middle of the day and Kelly was sitting on the couch in the living room... Everyone was already at work so the house was quite. Kelly had taken a few months to figure out what she wanted to do but she was still at a loss. She had to figure out something so that was what she was doing today... if she could just get Brandon off her mind. He was all she thought about lately... it was like he was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. She wanted to see him... she wanted to tell him everything, but she couldn't.

It had been two months since she found out, and those two months had been hard to get through... if she wasn't in the bathroom puking her guts out, she was running towards it from the kitchen... it had gotten to the point where she really didn't want to step foot in the kitchen or anywhere near food. As long as she was sitting or lying down she was fine... and that was exactly how she was going to keep it... Besides the couch was comfortable and it didn't make her want to cry or fall asleep like her bedroom did. Most of Brandon's things were still in that room and everytime she was in there she thought of him and of the baby that would be born in six months.

As Kelly looked around the room, her eyes fell on the phone that was sitting on the coffee table... she had wanted to pick it up and call Brandon several times, but it never felt like it was the right time. She contemplated it in her head for an hour before finally coming to the conclusion that she was going to do it... she was going to call him... she would tell him everything! She grabbed the phone firmly in her hands and dialed the number... however, when she got to the last button she hung it up... What am I thinking... I can't tell him... No I have too... he deserves to know... it's his baby too... Okay here it goes... you can do this... Kelly thought as she managed to get the whole number out that time. It was ringing and she was waiting when finally...

"Hello?" That voice was the voice she had been wanting to hear for so long... it was his voice... the voice of her baby's father... "Hello? Is anyone there?" Brandon was getting a little irritated with these phone calls.

"Brandon..." It was a whisper but he was sure of who it was...

"Kelly... I'm so glad you called..." I miss you sooo much... He thought to himself. "How have you been?" He asked instead.

"Good..." Other than I feel like crap because I have your baby inside me and I am sick all the time... "I've been good." She said quietly into the phone.

"Is there a reason you called?" He asked because she had been quiet for what seemed like forever.

"I..." Crap, why can't I say it?... I want to so bad... "I'm not sure anymore... I swear I did have a reason..." Yeah I'm pregnant with your baby... "But I guess I forgot!" She was really getting good at dodging the truth.

"Okay... Well I have a lot of work to do... John has me chasing this killer story and I can't see my desk... so I should really..."

"Be going... I understand... I'll talk to you later?" She was still finishing his sentences.

"Yeah... I'll call you sometime!" He was happy that she still wanted to talk to him, but how it would last... he wasn't sure.

With that the line went dead and Kelly was left for the silence to engolf her thoughts once more. She decided that since she couldn't tell him over the phone that she would try writing him a letter. However, the only paper and pen she knew of was the ones in her bedroom, and getting them would mean that she would have to get up and risk having to run to the bathroom again. A few minutes later she decided that it was worth it and got up hoping that she wouldn't get sick... so far she had only been in the bathroom once at that was when she first woke up.

She headed up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom... So far so good... she thought as she turned the knob and opened the door. The notebook she was going to use was sitting on her bed with a black pen attached to the cover. She grabbed the notebook and turn to head out the door when the alarm clock went off... she jumped and turned to shut it off before it gave her a headache. Soon she was on her way back down to the couch... the place that she would stay until Steve got home. She opened up the notebook and with the pen in her hand began to write down everything she wanted to tell Brandon.

"Dear Brandon, there is so much I want to tell you, but I'm not exactly sure how to say it... I guess I first want to say that I wish you would have never left... or at least you would have asked me to go with you. I didn't want to break it off but I didn't know how to tell you that. Second, and let me tell you that this is big... I mean huge... this is something that will change our lives forever and I want you to be a part of it... What I ama trying to say is... I'm... pregnant. Yes, you are the father, in fact, I don't think I will ever love anyone the way I love you. I can understand if you are mad, but please don't blame the baby... blame me... I'm the one that didn't have the guts to tell you sooner..." Kelly was reading the finished letter out loud.

She decided that it was a little to corny to send so she put it in the addressed envelope and sealed it without the stamp on it. She placed it in a box with some other letters she had attempted to send to him and set them down next to the couch. Just then the phone rang so she once again grabbed the cordless and answered it.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Hey Kel, how have you been?" It was Dylan and he seemed like he was having a good day.

"Hey Dylan... nice to hear your voice... I've been better!" Kelly replied.

"What does that mean?" Dylan asked.

"Okay... I guess today hasn't been that bad but I also haven't tried eating anything yet... ask me again after dinner." She responded realizing that she hadn't told him about the baby yet.

"Have you been sick?" Dylan asked.

"I guess you could put it that way... I would say pregnant but you can say I have the flu or something..." She trailed off.

"Wait... did you just say that you were pregnant?" Dylan was shocked to hear it.

"Yeah, and I was just as shocked as you are when I found out... SO... what's up with you?" She asked not wanting to get into it any further.

"I'm doing better... The treatments they have me on are really working and next week I should be strong enough for the surgery... but that's enough about me... Does Brandon know about the baby... assuming it's his... it is isn't it?"

"Yes Dylan, the baby is Brandon's and no I haven't told him... I've tried but I can't... I don't want this baby to be the reason he comes back to me... I want him to come back on his own... yes I would love it of he knew, but I also know that if he does know he wouldn't give his dreams a fighting chance. He has been trying so hard to get noticed by a big paper and as soon as he did I found out about the baby and it just isn't fair to him. You're not going to tell him... are you?"

"No Kel, you really need to be the one to tell him... but I am telling Brenda... I can't garantee she isn't going to tell but I will do my best to see that she doesn't... How'd your mom take it?" Dylan asked worried about her.

"The same way she did a few years ago... what were we thinking?... A baby needs a mother and a father... yadda, yadda, yadda... she should talk... I mean I hardly ever saw my father and I turned out fine!"

"You are also not alone... I'm sure Donna and David are a big help..." Dylan offered.

"Yeah and Steve has been great too... He went as far as buying a book about it and I think he might have gotten a little scared... he started to tell me a bunch of horror stories about it that he had heard from as he called it... a realiable source."

"Well Brenda and I should be home soon enough... Don't worry too much... I'll have Brenda talk to him later."

"Thanks but I'm getting a little tired I think I am going to take a nap..." Kelly wanted to get a little sleep since the baby seemed to be quiet for now... unlike last night when she was trying to sleep.

"Okay... Call us anytime you need us..." Dylan said before they both hung the phone up.

Kelly set the phone back on the coffee table and then grabbed a pillow from the other end of the couch and put it under her head. She reached for the remote and turned on the television. It took a few minutes before she found something worth watching because it was the middle of the day and the only thing that seemed to be on was either soaps or cartoons. She settled for cartoons because she they were easy to fall asleep to. Within moments of changing the channel Kelly was out like a light... She had turned onto her right side so that she was facing the back of the couch just because it was more comfortable than being on her back or her left side. It would be another three to four hours before anyone came home anyways so she had pleanty of time to nap.