Thank you once again to FrankElza for looking through this for me. It really means a lot.
Casey, Denny, Kyle, and Tamara walk into the house to see Heath sitting on the couch. Kyle and Casey look at each other briefly not wanting to be hit again by their older brother. Tamara knew that these three had to sort this out.
"Hey, Heath," Tamara calls out.
"Tam," Casey hisses; he just wanted to sneak into his room and ignore his brother.
'Babe," Kyle whispers.
Heath didn't seem like he was going to forgive either of them any time soon.
"Oh: hey," Heath sighs.
He had been having a long think about his fight with his brothers, and he had finally come to the conclusion that his brothers had suffered enough.
"Look, I forgive you," Heath says with a sigh.
"You forgive us? You dyed Kyle's hair pink, took all his clothes while he was in the shower, and practically shoved hot sauce down his throat. As for me..." Casey starts only to be interrupted by Kyle.
"Dude: he forgave us! Don't push him," Kyle hisses.
Heath had forgiven them which meant that he wasn't going to get a sore head whenever he and Heath were in the same room and he wanted to keep it that way.
"Ha, the hot sauce one was funny, your face went so red I thought it was on fire."
Denny laughs lightly but stops as Kyle glares at her. He had not found it funny at all.
"No. I don't care! You should be saying sorry!" Casey barks.
He and Kyle had to go through so much shit, all because their older brother couldn't forgive them earlier and he wasn't going to let it go so easily.
Heath rubs his lips together. He was never the best at saying that he was sorry especially when he had to admit that he was wrong and that the others were right.
Heath looks between his brothers and sees two very different emotions: Casey was angry and frustrated, while Kyle was nervous, in which Heath could only assume was due to how Kyle thought he might react. After all Kyle had copped the worst of his revenge and Heath knew that it was wrong considering everyone knew that Casey would have been the ringleader.
"Look: what I did was wrong, and I'm sorry," Heath apologies while rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.
"There you go," Tamara smiles, as she holds onto her boyfriend's hand, "Now, how about a brotherly hug?"
Tamara laughs slightly, knowing that she was pushing it with the brotherly hug remark. Denny can't help but smile at the comment for she knew that none of them would want to hug either.
All three of the boys reply at the same time: ""No!"
All was forgiven, but Braxton's didn't hug each other; it was unheard of.
"Oh, you're all such tough guys aren't you?" Tamara laughs as she kisses Kyle on the cheek and pulls him towards their bedroom.
Heath watches them leave and can't help but smile. Now that he wasn't mad at his brothers anymore he had to admit that it was great to see Kyle and Tamara comfortable together. The two of them had nothing to hide from anymore.
Five hours later
Tamara and Kyle were still in the bedroom, watching TV. Well, Kyle was watching TV as he sat on the bed, while Tamara was going through all the clothes laying them out on the bed. They had been sorting them out for the last four hours even setting up the cot and changing table. They knew it was a little early, but at least they were prepared.
Tamara turns to Kyle who looks like he is starting to fall to sleep.
"Baby," she calls, wanting to get her boyfriends attention.
"Mmm?" Kyle replies but doesn't move his tired eyes away from the TV.
It had been a big day, and he just wanted a little bit of time to chill, especially when Brax had him working for the next week.
"Would you prefer a boy or a girl?" Tamara asks as he turns to her boyfriend seriously.
She knew that Kyle would love the baby no matter what the gender was but she wondered if he had a preference.
"I don't care," Kyle replies as he smiles lightly and shuts his eyes again; he would be happy with either a boy or a girl.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T CARE?!" Tamara screams; instantly thinking he did not care about her baby.
Being startled by his girlfriend's scream, Kyle jolts awake.
"I don't mind if it's a boy or a girl," Kyle replies; confused why Tamara got angry about him saying that and little did he know that Tamara had only just started.
"So, do you not care or mind?!" Tamara yells questioning her boyfriend.
"Babe, they mean the same thing," Kyle whispers to her running his hands down her arm trying to calm her down; having no clue how things had got to this point.
"NO THEY DON'T KYLE!" Tamara screams and shoves her boyfriend away before trying to find her bag.
"Where's my bag!" she questions, now in a frustrated mood, which is only topped off by not being able to find her bag.
"I don't know Tammie, but they do mean the same thing. If you look up synonyms for care, you'll find mind," Kyle tries to explain to his girlfriend.
"I don't need a walking thesaurus, Kyle!" Tamara screams and keeps looking for her bag, "I need my bag!"
Tamara manages to find her bag in the corner and grabbing it, rushes out of the bedroom.
"Babe!" Kyle calls in panic and runs after her.
He didn't want her to leave, especially after the heated and very confusing discussion they'd just had.
"Just leave me alone, Kyle!" Tamara screams and races out the door.
Kyle turns to his family feeling extremely confused. His mouth hangs open, but no words come out; he was bewildered!
Suddenly the door opens, and Tamara comes charging back in.
"I need a lift!" she demands then rushes out and waits for someone to take her.
Kyle was about to grab his keys when Ricky stops him.
"I'll drive her," she offers and laughs.
Ricky sensed that Tamara's hormones would have been high and she would also be tired and keeping Kyle away from that would allow Tamara to settle down; the two of them would make up by tomorrow or maybe later that night.
"What did you do?" Heath laughs at his little brother who still looks extremely confused.
"I don't know! All I know was that I was about to go to sleep and I think I answered a question wrong then she started yelling at me," Kyle explains.
It all escalated very quickly; maybe he was to blame?
"Oh Kylie, looks like your girl is going to be very emotional during her pregnancy and it's only early as well. Oh, what fun you will have," Brax laughs, ruffling the back of his brother's head.
Rolling his eyes, Kyle pulled his phone out of his pocket and was about to call Tamara to check up on her when his phone was ripped out of his hand.
"Brax: what the hell! Give it back!" he demands, but it's too late; Brax had already chucked the phone to Bianca who put it in her bag.
Kyle stares at them and is more than a bit annoyed.
"I need to check on her!" he snaps.
"Will you chill out Kylie, I'm beginning to think that you're the one with hormones," Heath announces; giving his brother a rather annoying grin.
"Kyle, she just ran out of here. Now there is still a chance that you may have said something stupid, but there is also a chance that she just got a little bit hormonal. Now just leave her to figure it out, and it will all work out for the best," Bianca explains.
If the whole pregnancy was going to be like this, then they all had a long road ahead.
"Fine; I'll be in my room," Kyle huffs and walks off to his room.
Kyle was worried that maybe this was his fault and maybe he did say that wrong thing, he just needed her to know that he loved her. He slams the door behind him and immediately walks up to his bed where the baby clothes were.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Kyle, can I come in please?" Bianca asks from the other side.
Kyle was thankful it was Bianca and not one of his brothers who were both really annoying him at the moment.
"Yeah Bee; come on in," Kyle sighs, as he places the piece of clothing that he had just picked up back on the bed.
He turns around to see her walk in and is happy to see that she shut the door behind her; giving them privacy.
"Kyle, are you okay? Are you worried about the results?" Bianca asks.
Kyle was moody sometimes sure, but he had never really gone off like he had just then.
"What: no; I'm fine!" Kyle protests, but a look from Bianca silences him.
He had been holding the truth in since they had got the tests done and he guessed now was when he was going to let it out.
"Maybe a bit... I mean I'll stay with Tamara no matter what but what if this kid is Casey's? What am I meant to do then; act like I'm not the kid's Uncle? I mean what is the kid going to call me: Uncle Dad? I mean this..." Kyle rambles.
"Ky," Bianca laughs lightly, but Kyle doesn't stop rambling.
"Kid is going to be so confused..." Kyle continues.
He hardly ever got like this, but he had so much on his mind he had to let it out.
"Kyle!" Bianca sighs.
She had to make him feel better; had to let him know that everything was going to be okay.
"Am I the Dad? Am I the Uncle, or will I be the stepdad...?"
"Kyle Daniel Braxton!" Bianca yells, finally getting Kyle's attention, "Ky, no matter what, this baby will be born into a loving family, and if the baby is Casey's, then that baby will have an amazing Dad who just happens to be his Uncle. I know you, Kyle; you're great with kids. You know you're great with kids!" Bianca explains, trying to calm her little brother in law down, who she had never seen speak that many words in the amount of time before.
"There are many different families in the world Kyle. All with different stories, and no matter how crazy each family's stories are, as long as there is love then everything works itself out," Bianca assures; baring a smile as she nudges Kyle lightly.
"Does Tamara know that you think this?" she asks; thinking back to what the fight might have been about.
Kyle drops his head and lightly shakes his head.
"She...she thinks I'm fine with it. I told her I was, but that was before we got the tests done. Now that they're actually done... it just feels so real Bee. The worst thing... I just have a feeling like the baby isn't going to be mine, it's going to be another cruel joke like I've had though my whole life. I was a mistake. I was picked on all through high school and now... now I feel like I won't get the family I always wanted," Kyle mumbles softly as a few tears fall from his eyes which he quickly wipes away.
"I know that if the kid is Casey's, then I will always be there, but it's not the same as being its Dad. Not a stepdad, not an Uncle Dad but a Dad; that's all I've ever wanted!" Kyle sobs lightly.
Bianca stares at Kyle and pulls him into a hug letting him shake in her arms. He wasn't crying hard, but she could certainly feel a few tears dropping on her back. She then pulls away and looks Kyle in the eyes.
"You listen here: you were not a mistake okay! I don't care what anyone tells you, and those losers that picked on you at school don't even deserve you thinking about them. Listen, Kyle: we are here for you; we are your family. I promise you that whether this kid is yours or not, you will be a Dad and your kid will love you," Bianca comforts and gives Kyle a smile, in which he lightly smiles back.
"I'm just so confused; my head's spinning!" Kyle mumbles, and picks up the baby blanket that they had bought and holds it tightly in his hands.
"That's understandable Kyle. It would be a confusing situation for anyone; let alone a 22-year-old. You just need to remember that we are all here for you. If you ever need anything or you are worried about anything: we are always here for you," Bianca explains.
She needed Kyle to understand that they were all here for him no matter what.
"Thanks, Bee," Kyle smiles.
He was so lucky to have a sister in law like Bianca, and lucky to have Ricky too.
"No worries Ky; that's what I'm here for," Bianca explains, and pulls Kyle into another tight hug before walking towards the exit of the room where before leaving turns back to Kyle and chucks him his phone.
"Call her if you want, but if you do call her, please tell her what's on your mind; she'll understand," Bianca suggests and smiles at Kyle one last time before finally exiting the room.
Kyle stares down at his phone wondering if he should call Tamara or not. He had a lot that he had to get off his chest and tell her what he had just talked about with Bianca, but over the phone probably wasn't the best place to talk about it. Instead Kyle unlocks his phone and types a message:
I love you xx
Kyle just hoped that that was enough to show Tamara that he cared.