25. Tyler

The game season has officially started and I couldn't feel even more pump to go hit the ice, be the best scorer on the league and help my team to get the championship cup title again. I'm still a huge mess, my life is still a bit mess. But I'm slowly gaining my life back now.

Elise and I are obviously picking up the pieces although on secret, but we're on progress now. With Keya? Who knows, eversince I scolded her she didn't bothered to show up or even talk to me. She kept her distance and minded her own business inside my house which is good.

I started packing up my things for my flight tomorrow going to Toronto for the opening game. It's kind of nerve-wracking opening the season not in your own hometown but this is always part of the league rules.

As I busied myself from packing, I also keep on glancing at my phone on the night stand every two seconds to see if Keya have already replied. I texted her awhile ago asking if where is she because I need to give her her weekly allowance. Other people at my case should have probably give her an access to their credit cards, but I didn't want her to have that freedom. So I give her cash instead and let her go nuts on spending it to whatever she wants.

It's almost ten in the evening, and no text backs and definitely no sign of her arriving at her own room when I decided to come down after I packed.

I don't know what time she usually arrives home since I just don't give a single shit. She's a college student, so for sure she has all the freedom to go out with friends, meet some random dudes or whatever but she's pregnant and being home late is kind of weird to think off.

I mean, I don't know. Maybe I'm worried? Or maybe just curious on what she's up to every after class.

Instead of going to bed and have a good night sleep to prepare for tomorrow, I decided to stick around and wait for her at the small living room area inside her room. The room isn't lock when I came out here bringing a bottle of beer.

I turned on the small tv, browsing on the channel. I know it's weird that I chose to chill in here but I just have to know if what time she usually comes home and remind her that it is not good to stay out late. She's carrying my baby, so I should feel worried. Well, who am I kidding? I am worried.

The fuck! Is this what they call daddy instincts? Does that thing even exist?

Whatever.

I noticed that the room is now well lived, there are random books and papers spread on the small coffee table. The small kitchen are obviously currently on use with all the open mini cupboards full of groceries and unwashed dishes on the sink. The room is kind of a bit messy, which I kind of feel a bit curious if she's a busy person that doesn't have much time to clean up or just naturally messy.

I don't want to be hypocrite because I'm a bit messy kind of a guy too but, inorder for me to stop creating a mess I don't touch anything.

I glanced on my watch again, and it's already past eleven. Where the hell is she?

I gulped the last drop of my beer and was about to grab another one but I suddenly heard foot steps coming on the door so I just decided to remain my ass seated on the couch.

"Peace in hell!" She yelled when she saw me right away after she opened the door. She's currently on her phone.

"Nope--I'm alright mum. There's just a... rat! Yeah. A rat when I opened the door. I just got home." She explained on her phone as she still eyeing me up looking confused.

"Anyway, mum. I'll call you soon? I gotta go take some rests now. I'm kind of tired.... Okay bye! Love you." She hanged up and looked at me sighing.

"Can I help you with anything? What's going on?"

"It's already past eleven. That's already kind of late." I started turning the Tv off.

"What? Do I have a curfew now?" She asked slowly as she drops her bag on the chair next to where she stands.

"Is this how you usually arrive from school?" I asked her.

"No. I arrive her around eight or nine depends on how long I can get a cab." She explains. "I don't already have a class from four onwards, but I have a job until eight."

"And what happened now? It's almost midnight."

"I had to meet up with a classmate to work on a project. He has a football practice, so we ended up wrapping up late."

He has a football practice, I'm assuming she met up with a guy. And who is this guy? A boyfriend? A fling? The true father of the child she's carrying-- oh who am I kidding? The test results are all but positive unless if--

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She said which snapped me back to my senses.

"What?"

"You're judging me. You're obviously doing some conclusions inside your head." She said staring at my eyes in complete disbelief.

"And why would you know that?" I asked, stunned that she knows what exactly I was doing.

"You're staring at me spacing out, and may I mention the way you put your arms and the way you rubbed your chin?" She explained. "You're looking at me like I am the most fishy girl in the world. I know psychology Hollis, I know what's going on with that little brain of yours."

Well, I'm not going to lie but she's right. However, I'm still shocked though that she managed to just sigh and moved on even though honestly what I did was kind of offending. But she can't blame me, I don't know her and the situation the both of us are into is a bit disturbing.

She sighed and chose to ignore me. Instead of asking me as to what I am doing inside her room or do I need anything, she started tidying up by arranging the books and papers on the coffee table and picked the folded clothes on the other couch that I didn't noticed.

I let her move around the room, and as I observe her. She has gained weight. When I first met her, she's a bit skinny except for that sweet ass. She has a huge ass, and I am completely tempted to squeeze it but that would just be weird. Now, she's already starting to have a chubby cheeks. She's getting cuter, and sexier.

Now, I am starting to feel like I have to adjust my pants. Fuck!

But aside from all of that, the baby bump underneath her fitted green sweatshirt is already showing. She's on her fourth month, if I'm correct. Some woman at that point of pregnancy already has a bloated belly but she begs to differ. If she wears a not so fitted shirts, the baby bump won't still be that obvious.

She's currently washing dishes when I finally decided to stood up on the couch and walked towards the small dining table good for two people and grabbed a chair watching her move around.

"How many people know that you're pregnant?" I asked completely out of curiousity.

"You, my friends and probably Martin." She answered. "Why did you tell him, by the way?"

I sighed. Because Martin is not the only one who knows that I got her knocked up. But I chose not to fess that up to her, she'll maybe feel like she has the right to mingle with my friends and all that. I won't let that happen, except maybe for Martin. The dude kind of already knows her, so I'll just make him as an exception.

"I just accidentally blabbed about knocking up someone without thinking." I answered and she nodded.

"How about your family?" And with that question I saw her tensed and almost lose grip on the plate she's washing.

"Bullocks!" She cursed under her breath. "Well, uhmm... I haven't told anyone yet. I don't want to disappoint them."

"And what if they'll found out?"

"Then I'll just have to own it." She said sighing. "I still don't have the guts to tell them now, but I will soon."

"How soon?"

"I'm going home on Christmas, so I guess that would be the right time to tell them."

I nodded.

"What about your parents?" She asked.

Well, to be perfectly honest I still don't know how to tell them. My parents are for sure going to be thrilled if I tell them that I am having my own child, they have been wanting a grandchildren and Elise just happened to disappoint them before. But right now, that I am officially having my own child I don't have the guts to tell them either.

My baby is a product of my mistake, or of how irresponsible I was. I'm anxious enough on how will they take the news once I tell them.

"I still don't know how to tell them either. Or maybe not." I said sighing rubbing away those anxiety on the situation that we have.

"Right." She replied.

"Anyway, I left you some money on the table." I said glancing at the table on the living room. "I'll be away for two days. Remember what I told you before."

"Stop wandering around the house, until you say so." She said rolling her eyes.

"Good." I said and right before I walked out of her room I gathered my shit up to give her another reminder. "And make sure you come home early next time and get some good sleep."

And after that, I immediately walked out of her room.