As promised: Three Days Later (February 25)
MY POV
Kris swallowed and looked in the mirror, Darren was going to be over in ten minutes, and Kris was looking to see if he was getting any bigger around my middle. He determined that he had gained a few pounds, but it wasn�t entirely obvious. He swallowed again. *Fuck�I sort of wish I was bigger, then maybe it would be easier for Darren to believe me.* He looked out the window and saw the snow was coming down in huge furious flakes that were covering the ground quickly. * I hope Darren drives safely�.* he thought with some worry and looked at the front door. Five minutes till Darren was supposed to be there. *What do I do if he absolutely refuses to believe me? What can I do but let him go? I�ll keep the kid though.* He�s reasoning this to himself when theres a loud knock on the door. He jumps and goes to answer it.
Kris�s POV
I�ll keep the kid because, even if Darren doesn�t believe me. It�s still his and mine, and I know that, and it will mean something to me�I think I may love him or her already. There�s a knock on the door. It�s Darren�It has to be. Somehow I manage to propel my self to the door, breathing deeply. �Oh lord, if you exist please let him believe me...� I open the door, and he stands there, much like he had the night we had lay infront of the fire place. The night before I found myself vomiting every morning. The memory of how happy we had been that night hits me hard and I think I may start crying. Instead I find myself reaching up and grabbing the sides of his face, pulling him down into a kiss. He wraps his arms around me and we stumble into the living room. I want him so badly, but I can�t�not until he knows. We pull out of the kiss and I take a step back, looking at him. He isn�t wearing a coat, just a long sleeve shirt and jeans, I look outside, the snow is almost knee deep. I start up the fire. He sits down on the couch. �Kris?� I freeze up, I need to tell him. I need to tell him. I HAVE to tell him. I turn around. �Yeah?� He holds out his arms to me. I can�t say anything, I end up walking to his arms and falling against his strong chest. I will tell him, but first I want to enjoy this, I haven�t had it in what seems like forever.
About�I dunno, two hours later.
Kris�s POV
I wake up with a start and realize that I had fallen asleep against Darren�s chest. I look up at him, he�s awake and watching the TV. I straighten myself and try not to hyperventilate I have to tell him now. He looks down at me. �Good morning.� He�s smiling. Oh how can I do this? I stand up and look at him. �D�Dare�� His smile falters, and now he looks concerned. �What�s wrong?� I take another deep breath. �Darren, you know when I went to the doctors a while ago�last time you stayed the night here?� He nods at me, trying to look calm. �Darren�I found out something�� he looks at me with wide eyes. �It�s not AIDS is it Kris? Because�I just got tested�� I shake my head and realize there are tears in my eyes. �No�It�s not Aids.� He looks at me silently for a moment. �Cancer?� I shake my head again. �No, Darren, please listen, because�you won�t believe me.� Somehow I hope if I say my worried aloud they won�t come true. He looks at me, waiting. I close my eyes. �Darren�I�I�m pregnant.�
Dare�s POV
I freeze for a moment. �Pregnant? PREGNANT?� I begin to laugh. I can�t help it. I just misheard what could be the most important news Kris is ever going to tell me, I thought he said pregnant. He looks at me with wide eyes. �dare?� I hold up my hand catching my breath. �Sorry Kris, but�Oh, I thought you just said you were pregnant.� He looks at me with a trembling lower lip and I stop laughing. �What is it Kris?� He swallows and forces his eyes to meet mine. �I am pregnant Dare.� What? WHAT? Okay, see that�s not possible. I stand up, getting angry. I�ve been worried sick, wondering if he wants to break up, or if he�s cheating, or if maybe he�s dying, and he turns around and pulls some shitty prank on me? �What the fuck is wrong with you?� I hear myself ask. He winces and shakes his head. �Kris, I�ve been worried sick, and�and you just�� I can�t stand to look at him. I storm away. �You�re sick. I�m leaving.� He chases after me, and I fling open the front door. A gasp escapes my lips. We�re snowed in. The snow reaches well over a foot above my head, and slowly some begins to fall in at me. I quickly close the door, so that the snow won�t fall in on me and Kris looks at me with wide eyes. He turns and goes to the back doors, pulling open the curtains to the doors. The glass is completely white on the other side. I stare at him for a moment. Then I remember what had just been going on. I take a deep breath, and he looks at me like a deer caught in the headlights. I take another shuddering breath. �Kris, if you wanted to break up with me, why couldn�t you find a better way to do it than make me think your insane?�
Kris�s POV
No. No. this is going all wrong. I need him to listen, to me. I need to explain everything to him! I realize suddenly that he�s heading for the door. I can�t let him leave! I can�t. I don�t realize I�m actually running after him. He�s at the front door, and I see him turning the knob. I reach out to stop him, somehow, make him sit and listen to me, make him realize that I�m not lying, that I do have his kid in my stomach, and that it�s some sort of miracle, but he�s got the door open now, and�and�there�s no way he�s getting out. The door is completely blocked with snow, it�s over both our heads, glistening white, like something out of a story. I realize the snow is crumbling inward a little, and he closes the door. I look at him for a moment, then I turn, maybe the back door is still unblocked, there�s a roof over the back porch. I push aside the curtains, white. Cold snow pressed up against the glass. I turn and look back at Darren, my chest hurts. He�s going to leave me� He takes another deep breath, he looks so upset�so hurt� �Kris, if you wanted to break up with me, why couldn�t you fins a better way to do it other than to make me think your insane?� � wait a minute�WAIT a minute. He thinks I want to break up with him? He thinks I want to break up with him? �No. No. I don�t�� he�s looking at me, hard. I walk towards him, I hardly notice that I�m crying, the tears have become more normal to me. He looks at me for a moment. �You don�t what? Love me anymore? You don�t want to be with me?� I�m too surprised to answer, he really thinks I don�t want him anymore. It�s too much. HE thinks I don�t want him anymore. I stare at him for a moment, then, without warning, I begin to laugh. I can�t help it. It�s too ridiculous. I begin to laugh, he�s probably convinced I�ve snapped. I�m laughing while the tears are running down my cheeks. I laugh for a long moment, then I collapse onto the couch, breathing deeply. He�s silent. I climb back to my feet and turn to look at him. �Darren.� He looks at me, his grey/blue eyes regard me with a little confusion and a lot of hurt and frustration. Oh God, I need to clear this up. I walk over to him and place my hand on his arm, I�m trembling. I know I need to be serious now, but these damn mood swings are messing me up. I sigh, and he looks down at me, waiting. �Darren, I don�t want to break up with you. I love you.� I tighten my grip on his arm, trying to convey how much I care about him. His hard hurt gaze softens a little. �Then why�why would you�I mean, pregnant Drapes? Pregnant? It�s as if you think I�m stupider than hell�� Fuck, how can I do this? He�s not believing me� �Darren. Sit down.� He looks at me for a moment, then obliges, he sits down on the couch and looks at the dying embers in the fireplace. �What is it Kris?� Okay. I�m going to prove it to him, one way, or another. He looks back at me, waiting. �Dare, I am pregnant.� He starts to reply, his face growing angry again, but I put up my hand. �Darren�I AM.� He looks at me, I know he thinks I�ve gone insane. �Wait.� I run to my bedroom and grab the papers from my pregnancy tests, I return, and he gives me a worried look. �Kris, maybe you should lie down�� I hold out the papers. �Darren, look.� He takes the papers from me, and reads them slowly. When he�s done, he looks up at me, his eyes are disbelieving. �What is this?� I look at him. �See?� I point to the writing on the page, the writing that clearly states I�m with child. His face is slowly becoming confused. �I don�t�� He rereads the paper, his face doesn�t become more understanding, but he�s definitely more believing. He drops the papers in exasperation. �but Kris, you�re a guy!� it�s a soft wail. I kneel down next to him and put my hand on his thigh. �Dare.� He look at me, hurt and confused. I�m beginning to wonder if I should call Dr. Marelii and have her explain everything to him, but I can do it myself. First though, I�m going to show him the ultrasound Dr. Marelii gave me. I go into my bedroom and pull it out from my dresser. I bring it back to him, of course, I�m still only at the end of my first trimester, so there�s still not much to be seen. Nonetheless, I want him to see it. When I hand it to him, he regards it with a look of turmoil on his face. �Kris?� I smile gently at him. �Darren, every human has both Y and X chromosomes��
Later
Darren�s POV
Holiest of Shit. How can this be? I don�t want to believe it, and I do want to believe it, and Kris has so much proof that I have no choice but to believe him� he even called the doctor he�s been seeing, Dr. Marnelii or something like that. She confirmed it for me. My boyfriend of about seven years is pregnant. My boyfriend. God, I don�t understand how this could happen. I love Kris. I�m willing to accept anything he throws at me, but this� As he hangs up the phone from the doctor, he turns to me, his expression is at first blank as he examines the look on my face, then his expression changes, and he almost looks ashamed. �I�m sorry.� He murmurs. I look at him, confused. This isn�t his fault, and�and�even if it was�I�m beginning to wonder what�s so bad about it�I mean�this is some sort of strange miracle, whatever higher being up there must have some sort of sense of humor. I step towards Kris. �Sorry? For what?� He hangs his head and tears fill his eyes. �I�m some sort of freak, men aren�t supposed to get pregnant, and I did�and, and�now this is going to mess up our lives, we both have families�� I reach out and touch his chin, making him raise his head and look at me. �Kris�this isn�t your fault, this is some sort of bizarre miracle, think about it�you and I, are going to have kid�� Right now I�m basically voicing my thoughts aloud, as if they�re coming clear to me under the pressure of his doubts. *1 �A product of our love for eachother, proof that I love you�� He looks up at me, hopeful. �So you do want me to keep it?� this question shocks me. I would never ask him to� that�s insane�It�s strange, but already, the thought of him having my child seems perfectly natural, as if it could happen to anyone�.but it didn�t just happen to anyone. It happened to us�it was meant to happen. I tell this to Kris. �I could never want you to destroy something like this.� He suddenly begins to cry, and I realize that he�s going to get a lot worse, if he�s any thing like Cheryl was, he�s going to get a whole lot worse. I reach out and take his hand. �Kris, what�s wrong?� He looks at me fore a moment, then buries his face in my shirt, and cries for a moment. I just sigh softly and wrap my arms around him. After a few moments he looks up at me, his eyes wide and beautiful. �I was so afraid you�d want me to get rid of it.� �Never.� I reply. He smiles at me. We�re going to have a child. Kris Draper and I are going to have kids� the ultimate impossibility has suddenly become possible. Kris and I are going to have a kid, all our own. I grab him around the waist and lift him into the air, spinning him around before pulling him into a deep kiss.
