The room is silent after my exclamation, as if everyone is hanging on bated breath for what happens next. I can practically feel the fury bubbling up inside of me, white hot anger at Charlie's accusation. My cheeks heat up, embarrassment flooding me at the thought of discussing this with an audience and confusion as to why he thinks he's the father of my unborn child.

"Everybody get out," I whisper, staring with hard eyes at Charlie fucking Kendall.

The two nurses and the doctor quickly scurry out like frightened mice running from a vicious cat. Charlie looks at me with wide eyes, while my mother looks shocked at my behavior.

"Kenzay-" my mother tries, her mouth gaping like a fish out of water, but I stop her with a gesture of my hand and a few curt words.

"Mother. Not now," I glare at Charlie, "I want to talk this out with Charlie. Alone."

"Okay," my mother sighs out dejectedly, smiling sympathetically at Charlie on her way out.

Charlie stays quiet, watching me warily from beside the door. It's so silent, I can hear the heart rate monitor beeping furiously, in time with my raging heart.

"Why?" I ask simply.

"Um... What?" Charlie says stupidly, scrunching his face up in confusion.

He actually looks pretty adorable, but I dismiss that thought immediately.

"Why do you think you're the father of my baby?"

"Well- As far as I can see, you don't look like the type of person to sleep around," he pauses at the look on my face, before rushing to explain himself, "What I mean is- you seem like focused person and you stick to your work. So my guess is, I'm the first person you've slept with in a while.

Feeling offended, I rise to defend myself, "What if you're wrong? What if I take someone home every night or I have bad work ethics. What if I slept with someone before it after I met you and my baby is not your child? Huh? Did you think of that or do you pride yourself in reading people like books waiting for you to inspect?"

I'm practically balling my eyes out by the end of my rant. Tears stream down my face in tiny rivers, dripping of my chin and onto the bed covers as I son uncontrollably. I'm not much of a crier, but this is ridiculous.

"I'm not wrong," he whisper, coming closer to the bed and kneeling before me, "You wouldn't be where you are in your career if you were some reckless whore. I don't have to be able to read people to know that, it's obvious that you are hard working," he smiles slightly, taking my hand into his large one and rubbing the top skin with a calloused thumb, "Plus, I'm pretty sure you were forced to come that night by a friend of yours."

I can't help but let out a small laugh at how correct his last statement is, remembering how much Karla begged for me to go. I send an apologetic, albeit watery, smile.

"True," I sigh, wiping tears from my cheeks with my free hand, "This is Karla's fault, she should be the one knocked up, not me."

He bursts out laughing, removing the rest of the lingering tension and I can't help but giggle along with him. His laugh his infectious. Deep and rich, like velvet chocolate.

Now I want chocolate.

My stomach agrees, wailing hungrily like a male during mating season. Charlie stops laughing and peers at my stomach, his blue-green eyes alight with amusement and a happy cheeky grin fixed on his handsome face.

Handsome?

No, no, no, no, nope. He is the enemy here, the devil incarnate. He made me pregnant. He's a dumb, stuck up loser. A hot, stuck up loser...

Ugh...

"Hungry, Lia?" he smirks at me, sending a knowing glance at my protesting tummy.

Lia?

"What?" I deadpan.

"I said-" he starts, a confused frown on his face.

"I know what you said," I interrupt, staring at him, "I wanna know why you called me that."

"Called you what- Oh," realization hit him, hard, "Lia?"

"Yeah, why did you say that," I frown, "My names Kenzie."

"Oh, I know, but," he pauses, his cheeks reddening slightly, "I wanted to give you a nickname of my own. You know Kenzaylia? Hence Lia..."

He trails of once he sees my face, shock. I probably look like a gaping fish, but I couldn't care less as a range of emotions filter through me. Flattered at him thinking of me, Confusion as to why he would come up with one in the first place, Annoyance at another nickname, Anger that my mom told him my full name, and another emotion that I can't decipher.

"Why?" is all I can say.

"Why what?"

"Why go through the effort to come up with a nickname for me?" I say in an almost whisper.

"Ah, well... because," he sighs and places his other hand on mine, "I like you - before I even properly met you - or found out that you're pregnant. When I saw you at that bar, I couldn't take my eyes off you. I thought I was dreaming. You were so beautiful - still are - your smile made me jealous that I wasn't the one making you smile, I wanted to pull you away from the prying eyes of those perverts that stared you down. I wanted to hold you to me and never let go you. When I got that chance we were both already drunk out our minds and I'm sorry we never did this is the right order."

Tears roll down my cheeks and I smile warmly at the man kneeling before me. I am so over all the hormones, I'm sick of crying. I can't imagine what I'll be like in the next eight to nine months. His words warm my hearts and send tingles and shocks down my spine at the absolute truth I see in his eyes. It's endearing.

"So what are you saying?" I whisper, I feel so sappy as I whisper those cliche words. Who am I? Some actress in a Rom-Com.

I think not.

"Kenzaylia MacArthur," he smiles at me and I just stare at him in shock, "Would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?"

Yes, yes, yes!

"No," I deadpan and his face falls.
"What?" his voice is soft and cracks as he speaks.

"I'm kidding!" I squeal and his jaw goes slack as he stares at me in disbelief.

He suddenly moves towards me, closing the distance between us and gently scopes me into his arms, careful to not tangle the wires attached to me. He presses his lips to mine in a gentle and sweet kiss, while I wrap my arms around him as best as I can. I giggle as he smiles into the kiss. Our first kiss. I feel like some highschool girl kissing her first crush, but I'm okay with that, I'll reprimand myself later. Our lip's move in sink, neither of us deepening the kiss, finding no need to.

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Felt the need to right a happy ending to this chapter. What you think? A weird chapter, but an adorable ending (in my opinion)

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