Trading Heartbeats
Chapter 11 - Questions Asked
"What," Amelia asked in utter disbelief. Khaila continued to sob. "But that-that's not possible," Amelia scoffed incredulously.
"I - Punk and I - Monday… we," Khaila choked on her tears, but Amelia had understood. Again, her brow had furrowed.
"How could you feel the symptoms of pregnancy so early," she asked unwilling to believe that one of her best friends had been pregnant. Khaila looked up at her; her eyes bloodshot and her face even more tear stained. "Look, I'm not saying that it's entirely impossible, but … you might want to wait another week before-," she whispered to Khaila. Without a word, Khaila left the room and headed straight into the bathroom. Sonelle and Brittany had excused themselves into the kitchen leaving Amelia to sit alone on the living room floor.
Khaila … pregnant, she thought to herself, still trying to wrap her head around it. Hours later, Khaila had come out of the bathroom only to ask Sonelle if it'd be okay if she dropped her back to the house Punk had set up. "I can drop you," Amelia volunteered getting out her phone to call Cody. Khaila merely glanced at Amelia and nodded once. Having dialled Cody's number, she pressed the phone to her ear. Amelia made her way over to one of the armchairs seating herself in it while waiting to hear Cody's voice pick up.
"Hello," his voice sounded. Amelia gave a slight smile.
"Hi, do you mind picking me and a friend up right now," she asked quietly.
"Sure thing, love. You're still at that hotel, right," he asked in return. Amelia muttered a small 'mhm' and Cody promised that he'd be there soon. After both bidding goodbye, they'd clicked 'end' on both their phones. Stuffing her phone back into her pocket, she stood up from her seat.
"Cody'll be here any minute," she relayed to Khaila who gave a half-smile and small nod. Amelia sighed. Had she said something that may have upset Khaila? Could Amelia thinking that all this was a bluff may have hurt her? She hadn't known, and quite candidly her brain had been running around in circles over recent events too much for her to give any more thought to much anything else. First a strange dream about hazel brown eyes, and then Khaila claiming she's been pregnant for three days - she could feel a headache beginning to grow.
A knock had disturbed the girls' silence that had only been realized till then. With Sonelle opening the door, Cody stood there with his hands in his pockets. Amelia smiled at the sight of Cody whose mere presence seemed to offer relief to her mind. The girls wished Khaila good luck and bed her goodbye as both she and Amelia left with Cody to the car. Climbing into the back seat with Khaila, Amelia seated herself next to the window. "So, where are we going exactly," Cody asked while starting the car.
"Um, 387 North Ackerman Street," Khaila responded quietly before looking out the window once more and placing a hand over her stomach. Amelia watched her friend shift uncomfortably in her seat and she couldn't help but feel a bit of discomfort herself. Scooting closer to Khaila, Amelia had figured it'd be better to get to the bottom of all of this.
"What's wrong," she whispered to Khaila. She saw Khaila's eyes shift to her then back out the window as she gave a slight shrug. "Listen. It's not that I don't believe you, and that I'd think you'd do something for just attention, but look at it … it's not nearly been a week and -" she stopped as she saw a tear roll down Khaila's cheek. Sighing and closing her eyes, she'd known she'd made it worse.
"I just need you guys to trust me," Khaila croaked from the knots that had been forming in her throat. Amelia's eyes opened back up as they refocused on Khaila. "Trust me, I wouldn't be bluffing about this," she stated quietly once more. Amelia nodded and embraced her friend sisterly in her arms. She hadn't known what to say to her - what could possibly make her situation alright, but perhaps no words and just a hug had been comfort enough.
In about 20 minutes, they'd reached their destination. As Cody hopped out to open the door for Khaila, both she and Amelia hugged once more. Getting herself out of the vehicle, Khaila retreated to a small white house. As Cody climbed back into the car, Amelia laid herself down on the backseat. Her head had now felt as if it were to split in two. All the thoughts that had now been inside her head were growing, and not only had it given her a head-splitting headache, but it had begun to weigh her eyelids down. Down and down they were weighed till finally they were shut.
Amelia had awoken to find herself alone in the car. "Cody," she called out interrogatively; however, nothing called back. As she slid her way out of the car, she entered the only building that had seemed to be there. It appeared to be a hotel. Walking in, she found couples checking in and employees hard at their work. Suddenly, almost as if she were merely picked up and placed, she had found herself in a dark room. Searching for some light to turn on, Amelia's eyes scanned the walls of this room.
Suddenly, she'd found something … a window. Pushing it up, she allowed the moonlight to escape into the room. Turning around, however, she'd been hit by a sudden wave of utter shock and confusion, for laying there on the bed was … herself atop another being. A man. Although she was unable to see the man's face, she had almost reassured herself that it was Cody. As she moved closer, however, she'd realized the man's physique could not possibly match Cody's. Her heart pounded as realization of what she'd been seeing settled into her. She was laying naked atop another man - one, who seemed all-too-familiar to her.
"Punk," Khaila called as she kicked off her shoes at the entrance. "I'm home," she called once more. Suddenly a door had opened from somewhere down the corridor. Emerging from the corridor, a man whose lip piercing now gleamed in the moonlight that had broken in the house by the many windows. Khaila smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Punk gave her a smile in return as he too wrapped his arms around her. Pulling her closer by her waist, his sweet smile had turned into a smug smirk. Khaila blushed a light pink.
"Where've you been," he asked as he glanced up at the clock which read 10:45pm. Khaila followed his gaze then turned it back on him.
"With my friends, remember, you dropped me off," she reminded him. Her smile had started to fade hoping she wouldn't have to break the news to him until she were more certain than she was now that she were pregnant. Punk gave a nod of recollection.
"Ah, I remember now," he stated with a smile. Khaila returned a smile and loosened her grip from around his neck letting her hands slip from around him. Punk had done the same … only reluctantly letting her go. "Have you eaten," he asked her as she was about to make her way down the corridor.
"Oh, no," she stated as she spun around on her heel to face him. Punk smiled once more.
"Can I make you something then," he asked. Khaila giggled a bit.
"Sure, Punk. I'll just be in the bedroom," she told him. Punk gave her a thumbs up before moving himself into the kitchen. Khaila walked down the corridor and finally entered into the bedroom. Flicking on the light, she quickly changed out of her previous attire and into sleep wear. With a yawn, Khaila crawled onto the bed that she and Punk shared, while flicking on the T.V. Although she hadn't truly been interesting in whatever had been on, it did give her mind a bit of distraction, and that, as far as she was concerned, for the moment, was all she needed.
The car drive home seemed longer than usual to Brittany as she sat in the front passenger seat of a perspiring Justin's car. He'd just come from the house show that she'd missed due to the bit of emergency that'd recently transpired. Although she'd much rather be striking up a conversation with Justin, her thoughts had been buried deep in what had recently been revealed. She couldn't help but worry about her friend. As she heaved a sigh, she felt Justin's eyes on her. "I'm fine, Justin," she told him before giving him the chance to ask the question she'd known he'd been itching to ask her ever since she stepped foot into the car.
Brittany could hear Justin heave a great sigh as she felt his eyes leave her and refocus on the road ahead. Spending most of the car ride in deep thought, Brittany continued to gaze blankly out of the window. Justin, having felt that perhaps now wouldn't be the greatest time to remind her of their movie date plans, remained quiet as well. Finally, they'd arrived at Justin's hotel. Even if they hadn't been going to the movie that Justin had promised her, he'd made it his mission to take whatever it was that was on her mind … off of it.
Slipping silently out of the car, the couple proceeded up on the elevator to Justin's suite. In the few moments of getting off at the floor and unlocking the door, both had entered the suite. As Brittany was about to move her way to the couch, a hand had stopped her. She looked back at Justin who'd possessed a sly smirk. At this, she couldn't help but allow a small smile to sprawl across her face. Stepping slowly toward her, his eyes shifted themselves between her lips and her eyes. As he stood before her, about an inch away from her face, Brittany had just realized she'd been looking down at his lips the entire while. She watched as his lips neared hers slowly.
Suddenly, their lips had succumbed to one another's - fighting with an intensity unmatched. Brittany placed her hands on his shoulders as Justin placed his on her back. A sudden chill came over her as she felt Justin's hands slide their way to her quads lifting her up. Brittany instantly wrapped her legs around his waist as Justin kept his hands just where they'd been. Justin made his way over to the bedroom laying Brittany down on the bed. Their kiss picked up not only speed but intensity. With Justin kneeling over her, he quickly pulled off his shirt. Then, just as swiftly as he'd pulled off his shirt, he'd reached down for his belt buckle. There was no question about it, Brittany's mind no longer focused on her previous worry, and Justin's mission was without a doubt underway.
As Sonelle seated herself back on her bed exhausted from the day's turn of events, she picked up her phone deliberating whether or not to invite Kofi over once more. After receiving the phone call from Khaila and relaying to Kofi that she'd be having a bit of reunion with her friends, Kofi had courteously excused himself from the hotel telling Sonelle to call him after it had all been finished. As she looked at the time which read 1:35am, she wondered whether or not Kofi had still been awake.
Taking a deep breath, she placed her phone on her bedside table figuring that he was probably sleeping. As she lay in bed, her head swirled about with thoughts of what would become of Khaila. Had she truly been pregnant? And if so, what would Punk say? Would he stay? Would he leave? The last three questions especially dwelled predominantly in her mind. Finally, she'd realized this worrying would bring her no closer to the answers to any of these questions. Whether Khaila had been pregnant or not, whether Punk would leave her or not, she would be there for her friend especially during this time.
As she finally rolled over onto her stomach in order to try and get a bit of sleep, her phone had rung out - the ring tone seeming even louder now that it was the dead of the early morning and that her eyes had finally been closing. Lazily reaching over to her phone on her bedside table, she answered, "Hello?"
"Aren't you going to let me in," another voice asked on the opposite end. A small smile had begun to spread across her face. Rising from bed, she made her way over to the door of the suite.
"Maybe," she lead on with a smirk now where her small smile had been. The person on the other end chuckled lowly.
"Do I have to pass some sort of test," he asked with a slight smile on his face on the other end. Sonelle giggled on her end of the line. As she neared the door, she glanced through the peep hole. She smiled as she saw Kofi standing there with his cell phone clutched to his ear. After a few seconds of deciding whether or not to tease him a bit, Sonelle had finally opened the door.
In an instant, Kofi swept in through the door and swept her up in his arms. Sonelle hugged back lovingly. Pulling away from their hug, Sonelle looked up at Kofi curiously. "So, you randomly decided to show up at my doorstep," she asked. Kofi shrugged with a small smirk on his face.
"It was supposed to be romantic," he relayed as he stepped closer to her. Sonelle smiled rewrapping her arms around Kofi's neck.
"Nice try," she whispered to him. He gave a small smirk before he too wrapped his arms around her waist. With their lips succumbing to each other's, Kofi had taken another step forward; however, due to Kofi's build. His 'gentle step forward' had knocked both Sonelle and himself off their feet and onto the ground. Still, their lips refused to break their passionate and loving kiss. Sonelle could feel something different in this kiss; it was more passionate … more … desirable.
For a moment, she'd felt Kofi reach for his belt buckle. If this had proven to be so, should she let him? In about a second, her mind had been made up. Reaching for his shirt, Sonelle had begun to slide it up his well-sculpted body. Suddenly, a hand had found hers. Sonelle broke the kiss solely to shoot him a confused look. "What's wrong," she breathed to him.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. Sonelle shook his head, however, she had looked a bit disappointed. As Kofi rolled off of her and sat beside where she lay, she too pulled herself into a sitting position. Taking her hand, he turned to her. "Look," he started in a whisper. "I don't want to rush us. I want our first time together to be something special … unforgettable," he concluded. Still, Sonelle stared at the ground hugging her knees into her chest. With a sigh, Kofi rose to her feet about to head for the door, when a voice from behind him induced him to stop dead in his tracks.
"Kofi," the voice called. Kofi faced Sonelle as he turned around on his heel. In a sudden, Sonelle had flung her arms around Kofi's neck once more hugging him tight. Kofi hugged her back just as tightly. Pulling away from the hug as they'd once done before, Sonelle gave him a gentle peck on the lips, "I love you." Kofi smiled a wide smile as he'd hugged her in his chest once more.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear softly, "so much more."