DISCLAIMER: Still don't own LoDt. Only my original characters. 'Jackie Blue' belongs to the Ozark Mountain Daredevils.
(A/N: Updating specially for xHappyHardcorex, my lurverly reviewer, and anyone else who has taken time from their busy (or not so busy) schedule to read this fic.)
What If I Said
Chapter 3: Which Father
We're running hand in hand when we race up the steps and through the apartment door, dripping on the carpet. "Hey, you two're getting our floor all wet. What the hell were you doing anyway? It's pouring and you're both soaked." Poor Jay, so oblivious. "We were at the park, stupid, and it started raining. What do you think we were doing?" Oddly enough he looks hopeful, but it doesn't last long. "I dunno, inhaling each other's noses maybe?" "Yeah. That's it." I say sarcastically. "Sarcasm, huh? Musta been good. Why so silent, Blushy? Thought you woulda been stoked that I set you two up. What gives, Mr. Superstar-Athlete-ness?" Now he's just being silly. "Superstar-Athlete-ness?" Stacy snorts indignantly. "You're a genius, Jay." "That's the first and last time you're even called remotely smart. Except if you're being called smart-mouthed."
Our little spat is entertaining to Stacy, who just stands there and watches, laughing. "You're the smart-mouthed one, Kathryn. Marie." He knows how much I hate my middle name. I lunge at him, but then remember there's a tiny person inside my stomach who probably couldn't take being squished too well. "Careful, you wouldn't wanna smoosh that kid like a bug. Who's the father, anyway?"
Oh no, the father question. I've been trying to avoid that one, I hardly know myself. "The baby is not a bug. It does not even remotely resemble a bug. Well, maybe a little. But that's not the idea of it. And… I think it's Jackson or… maybe Ruml. I don't know, it was dark, and they look alike. But I'm almost sure it's Jackson." I'm trying to look at my feet, but my stomach gets in the way. What a bother. "OK OK you don't have to get snippy with me Katie. So it doesn't look like a bug. But do you know if it's a boy or a girl? Ain't there tests to find out who the father is?" Truthfully, I'm not sure I want to know who the father is. It's kind of scary, to think that my child would have a father like Wentzle Ruml or Jackson Ramon. I'm only half paying attention. The other half of my conscience is concentrating on the radio, blasting the first bars of 'Jackie Blue', my favourite song. "Hmm? The doctor thinks it's a little girl. And I hadn't thought of a paternity test, but you need the guy to determine that… either of you seen Shoe or Race anywhere lately? I never see them at home anymore when I'm there." I'm trying to get him off the subject of babies and unknown fathers.
Shoe and Racecar are my brothers. Geez, am I the only one with a decent name in my family? First you have Shoe Micah, then you've got Racecar Poe, and then Me, Kathryn Marie Anna. My mom's name was Nymph Aqua, and my father's name is Carson Flame. I'm the only normal one, only I'm becoming less and less normal every day. I mean, look where I am. Sixteen and waiting for a kid to pop out of me.
I'm sitting down on the couch and helping myself to Jay's Ramen Noodles which were sitting on the side table. "Hey, I was gonna eat those." Jay protests. "You're not the pregnant one." I retort. "Thank god for that, you're bad enough. Lemme do an impression." He answers, shoving a pillow up his shirt and pacing back and forth in front of the couch with a hand on his back, making fun of me. "Oh Lord I'm gonna explode if I don't get this puppy out soon." He's whining in a high pitched voice. "Hey! I don't sound like that. And I'm not that fat, do you want me to get an eating disorder? " I ask, chucking another pillow at him while finishing off the rest of the noodles. "That's highly unlikely." Stacy is laughing hysterically. "What're you laughin' at?" I hit him over the head with the pillow. "I gotta go to see the doctor tomorrow, either you bums wanna come?" I'm serious now. "Why not? Maybe we can persuade Jackson to come and he can get a whatever-test done and see if it's his too." Stacy offers.
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