Page 63 of Abigail's King

Ending the call, I sat there for a moment, composing myself for when Kye entered the room. I dried my eyes and hid the pregnancy test again so he wouldn’t see it. I was slightly shocked when I heard Kye walk into the room and quickly spun around on the stool, almost falling off in the process.

How long had he been standing there? Had he heard my conversation with Chrissy? My anxiety was going up with every moment that passed. Try as I might, I couldn’t control my breathing as he walked over to me.

He must have heard. He would know everything.

He stopped next to me and softly kissed me on the cheek before he spoke. “I’m just going for a run. Not sure how long I will be.”

The tone of his voice told me everything I needed to know. He had heard everything. I knew I couldn’t put it off any longer. I would take the test while he was out for his run and then tell him when he returned.

“Okay.” My voice was just a whisper as I replied, too frightened to say more than one word.

I watched as he turned from me and headed out the door towards the beach. I quickly got up from my seat and retrieved the test from its hiding place and headed towards the bathroom. I did what I needed to do, placed the test by the basin, washed my hands, and then just sat on the toilet waiting. It was amazing how long five minutes seemed when you were sitting there waiting. It felt like it had been hours just sitting there gazing at the test on the side before I gained the courage to get up from my seat and pick it up.

I could see my hand shaking as I looked down at the digital screen in front of me. I had already looked up the word for pregnant in Portuguese just in case, but I needn’t have bothered. There as clear as day in from of me was just one word.

Pregnant.

I stood there in shock for a moment. This was meant to be one of the happiest days of my life. I was carrying Kye’s child. The man that I loved with my entire soul. So why did I feel as though my world was about to crumble and fall apart?

This was all I had ever wanted. To find the man of my dreams and start a family with him. Inside, I was screaming with happiness, but you wouldn’t have realised that if you looked at me. I was suddenly afraid. Scared that I would lose everything. Scared that Kye would reject me because I had gotten pregnant. I’d told him I had a contraceptive implant and this couldn’t happen. It was only now that I realised I must have missed an appointment because of the whole Bianca situation and the implant had stopped working.

Would Kye think I was just trying to trap him into a life he didn’t really want? We hadn’t gotten as far as discussing what the future held for the both of us. We were just enjoying the here and now.

I walked back into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water, not trusting my body to stomach anything else after this news. I just sat there and waited, staring out into space, trying to work out exactly what I was going to say.

Hi, Kye. Did you enjoy your run? Oh, by the way, I’m pregnant.

No matter how many times I ran different words through my head, none of them seemed to fit the situation I was now in. I heard him before he walked through the door. But the man that walked into the kitchen was not the man that had left here an hour or so ago.

Before me stood a man void of all emotion, a completely blank expression on his face. What had happened to him? Even in his darkest hours when I had seen him play the piano, he was never like the person who now stood in front of me. His eyes were almost black with no distinguishing look to them. Just nothing. I decided I just needed to be honest with him and spoke.

“Kye, can we talk?” I could feel myself shaking as I said the words, nerves finally getting the better of me.

He must have realised it too, but what he said back shocked me to my core.

“What’s to talk about? It’s over. You’re safe. You don’t need me anymore. You want to move on. That’s fine with me. I’ll drive you to the airport.”

I sat there for a moment and allowed the words to sink in. He was finishing things with me. Just like that, it was over.

It couldn’t be over. I was carrying his child. He needed to know that before he cast me aside. He’d asked me to never leave him, and now this.

The tears were pouring down my face and the pain started in my chest. My whole world was coming down around me. I needed to make him realise what I needed to speak to him about. That it wasn’t what he thought. I tried to tell him.

“But Kye—”

He immediately cut me off. “Just go already. I’m making it easy on you. Save the whole ‘it’s not you it’s me’ speech. ‘Can we just be friends? I’ll always be there for you.’ Don’t worry yourself, Bonita. I survived eighteen years without you, and I’m sure I can do it again.”

The tears that were falling were bordering on sobs now. But I could feel the anger building in me as well.

How dare he treat me this way? How dare he speak to me like that after everything we had been through? After all the words we had said to each other?

I placed the test in my pocket. The man standing in front of me didn’t deserve to know he was going to be a father. If he could throw me aside so easily, then what would he do to his child? He continued to stand there with a stoic expression on his face. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of saying goodbye.

“Don’t worry about taking me to the airport. I’ll get a cab.” I got up from my seat and walked out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom.

I’d packed my bag, gotten a seat on the next flight to Heathrow, and ordered a taxi to take me to Funchal Airport. All there was left to do was walk out of the house and away from Kye. It wasn’t what I wanted, but his decision had been made. I just hoped it wouldn’t be forever, because try as I might, I still loved him and would never keep his child from him, no matter how much of an arsehole he was being now.

I walked out of my room with my small bag. The rest, I would arrange to be picked up another day. I walked towards the kitchen and found him just sitting there with the same expression as when I had left.

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