It had been a few weeks since Kyle and I had found out that I definitely was pregnant.

Kyle and I haven't stopped smiling, the thought of having a baby was too much for us to comprehend, too much for us to even believe, but we believed it nonetheless, and we were both excited.

There was a small baby bump beginning to show already. Kyle had figured it out one morning whilst he was looking at it, and he didn't spare any minutes in keeping it quiet.

He made sure I saw it too and then proceeded to tell all of the family. I seriously thought he was going to ask them to come over for dinner again.

Luckily he never, because when the baby kicks, or when I start pushing the baby out I'm sure he'd be planning a full on party and an in depth running commentary.

He was excited though, and it was adorable to watch him.

The dinner we held at our home was just as fun as I thought it would be.

Kyle's parents came, and our friends too. I was still to tell my mother, but I just couldn't quite seem to make it there yet.

The dinner was loud and full of laughter.

When we told everyone, obviously, Matt already knew and so did Kyle's parents.

Everyone else there though, my sister, Jordan and some others were over the moon, and I was so glad they supported us too.

I was still scared because Kyle and I were still so young and niave, but I loved him more than I loved myself, and I knew this had to be the right thing.

I was sitting on the sofa looking into different magazines and newspapers. Lately, I had found the fashion sections incredibly entertaining.

Kyle was in the shower, however, I couldn't help but have this sense that Kyle was upset about something.

He had been quiet all morning almost as if he's been in his own world.

It didn't sit well with me since I knew he wasn't usually like it.

When Kyle finally emerged from the bathroom, I heard the patter of his feet upstairs.

A few minutes later, he came down stairs in a pair of shorts and a hoodie, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead.

He was gorgeous, it never seized to amaze me.

Kyle flopped down on the sofa, taking up the space beside me. His shower gel smell invaded all senses, and did nothing less but make me swoon. Like I have done since I met him. He smelled amazing.

"Hey." I said softly as I took hold of his hand. He flexed his fingers around mine, but his eyes didn't stray from the tv.

Oh, what was eating away at him?

"Kyle?" I grabbed his attention. His eyes snapped to mine.

"Yes?" He asked, his eyes a little disorientated.

"What's the matter?" I asked him as I moved my body to show him he had my full attention.

Something was eating him up today, but he was fine yesterday. It was only this morning I realised he wasn't quite how he was the weeks before. He wasn't himself.

It scared me more than it should. I wanted to know what was getting to him.

"Nothing, why, baby?" He asked as he smiled. It was fake, I could see straight through him.

"Kyle..." I trailed off, hoping he would elaborate. Kyle looked down. I knew then that he was ready to speak, even when he didn't want to.

"It's Joe's death anniversary today." Kyle replied quietly. My heart lurched in its chest.

Joe's best friend who died in the car with Kyle. Kyle always blamed himself, and I knew deep down he still did.

However much I told him it wasn't his fault, however much I thought he agreed, I should have known deep inside he didn't believe me.

His memories still haunted him I knew.

"Oh, Kyle..." I trailed off again, not sure what to say; how to make him feel better. "What can I do to make you feel better?" I voiced my thoughts.

He shook his head and sighed before laying his head against my shoulder.

"Nothing." He whispered. I laid my hand in his hair and stroked.

"There must be something." I stated.

"There's not." He replied. "There's not, really." He said again but a little more softly. He looked lost as I held him in my arms, and my heart clenched.

I was pregnant, my hormones were everywhere and I'm sure I was about to cry. I hated it when he was sad. I hated it more than anything.

We all fight our own battles, but I didn't want him fighting alone.

"Well, talk to me." I said. Maybe talking would help to get it off his chest. "What are you thinking?"

"I want to say I'm thinking something, but I don't really know if I am." He wrapped his arms around my waist.

"How are you feeling?" I proded.

"I don't know." He sighed. I knew he didn't want to talk about it. That was fine, even though I really wanted to know how he was coping.

Staying quiet wasn't always the best way.

Suddenly, Kyle left my body cold as he got up from the sofa. He grabbed his keys from the side table.

"Where are you going?" I asked as I sensed a slight rise in panic. I didn't want him doing anything foolish.

"I'll be back soon, I promise." He said before leaving the room. I shot off the sofa to grab him, but he was gone before I could reach him.

I huffed loudly before dropping my hands down limply.

What was he doing?

I quickly ran upstairs to put on a paid of jeans and my shoes. I then went to grab the other set of keys we had, and left the house in a rush.

Kyle had taken the car so I was left to ride by foot.

But Kyle had many cars at his parents house, I could ask to borrow one of them?

Maybe his motorbike?

I shook my head at the thought. Kyle would have a fit if he found out I was on that thing with a baby inside of me.

I quickly went to Kyle's parents house, knocking on the door loudly.

Kyle's mother answered almost straight away. I had to calm down my erratic heart for just a few minutes.

"Hey there, love. Come in." She said, but I shook my head softly.

"I'm so sorry, I would, but I've come to ask you for a favour." She looked to me as her head leaned to the side. Her blue eyes represented Kyle so identically. "Please may I borrow one of the cars?"

"Of course!" She gushed before coming out and opening the garage door where all the cars were kept.

"Thanks so much." I replied in my haste to get to the car quickly.

"Kyle only uses his one, they have to be put to some good use." She stated. I smiled her way before she passed me the keys.

I took the from her and got into the car quickly, still making sure I looked as natural as possible.

"Bye, love." She waved as I revved up the engine and drove out.

I waved quickly before getting to the task at hand.

I was lucky I had an amazing mother in law, otherwise God knows how I would have found Kyle.

I also found it weird how his mother didn't question how Kyle was doing today. Did she forget it was Joe's death anniversary? Did she think it wouldn't bother Kyle?

I had to rid of my wandering thoughts as I left the street behind.

Where would Kyle have taken off to?

Usually, I would have the waited for him at home, but he was upset and obviously trying to close me out when he needed me the most, and I wasn't about to let that happen at all.

"Where would he be?" I muttered to myself. With quick thinking, I thought about the field we went to near the time we first started falling in love. It sounded cheesy, but I felt my heart jump at the thought anyway.

I drove the car to that specific spot. I got out of the car and had a look around, yet all I felt was the wind against my skin. There was no signs of Kyle here.

Sighing, I jumped back in to the black, sleek car.

I drove off again and back on to the roads. Fortunately, they were not so busy today. And that suprised me considering it was a Saturday.

I went to all the places I thought of: the arcade; grave yards; Danny's and even Tammy's. But he was no where.

I was beginning to panic now more than I should.

The sun was beginning to dim by the time I had fully started to panic. I had been out on the roads for hours, circling.

I tried ringing the house phone, thinking he could have gone back by now, but he didn't pick up, so I knew he wasn't home.

He was no where, absolutely no where.

However, just as I thought that, I felt a tingle go down my spine.

Kyle, he was here. I looked beside me, and there I saw my man, woddling his way out of a bar and into the busy streets.

I had to quickly swerve the car into a parking spot before running out of the car and onto the streets.

I ran and ran until I finally caught up with him. It wasn't hard, he was swaying and tripping over the cracks in the ground.

I took hold of him, he realised it was me straight away as my chest leaned against his.

"Cali...baby." He slurred, the stench of alcohol on his breath.

My heart started to beat frantically, not because I was scared of him, but because I had never seen him drunk before, he rarely ever drank past two bottles of beer.

With this, I knew something was wrong. This wasn't the Kyle I knew.

"Kyle, come on, walk straight." I said as I tried to get him to walk in a sensible straight line. It was hard to keep him up, he was much taller and stronger than I was.

"I can't be everything you deserve." He slurred as he tried to walk, but he wasn't concentrating enough, and I had to try and hold him up.

I couldn't think about what he was saying or even reply, trying to get him to walk and take him safely to the car was the only thing that was on my mind.

"I'm sad." He continued to say. I didn't like drunk Kyle. He was vulnerable and he just wasn't the Kyle I knew. He wasn't happy Kyle.

"I know, baby." I said. Finally, I got to the car, but trying to put him in was by far the worst part.

"I feel really sad- I mean..." He hiccuped. "Really sad." My heart clenched at his words. I knew he didn't take Joe's death anniversary well but I didn't know he'd be this bad.

I felt so much sympathy for him, I wanted to cry myself.

"It's okay, baby, I got you." I said as I buckled him into the passenger seat.

We'd have to pick his car up tomorrow.

For now, I just wanted to get my husband back home and in to bed safely.

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I don't know if I'm happy with this but I hope you enjoy anyway!!