The Best Friend's Contract

Kenna

Two months ago, I lost one person who meant the world to me he was my father, my one and only dad who taught me everything I needed to know. He gave me everything I needed to have, he loved me with all of his heart and he cared about me and my mother more than he cared about himself. All I needed was for him to stay. Stay a little bit longer. Long enough for me to prove just how much I love him; how much I had hoped for us to spend more time together than being separated like this, forever.

I saw pain in my eyes. I saw pain in everyone's eyes and they were trying their best to hide away the sadness they held but they failed miserably because the sadness for his death was incapable of hiding. The sadness wanted to show, wanted to rise and wanted to control.

Twenty-six years of my life, I had hoped for an eternity-maybe I was hoping for something far impossible in this world, some might say I was insane because my wishes and my hopes were stupid. They were crazy wishes.

Deep down, I know there will always be a little hint of hope left for someone like me. Goodbye forever may not be 'forever' as how we hoped because one day, I might just see the smile plastered on his face, the blueness and of his eyes the wrinkles near his lips. I might even feel the softness of his touch, hear the joy of his laughter and taste the delicious food of his cooking-maybe, maybe, one day in a dream where we'll both be grinning.

My eyes wander down the road as I make my way towards the nearest café, wanting to give a little something for Aidan; since he got his cast off last week, he has been bugging me for his favourite scones and I couldn't resist either.

A familiar figure surprises me, "Mia?"

Her brown eyes meet mine as she wipes away her fallen tears, causing me to immediately make my way towards her-seeing Mia cry appears to be one of the rarest things in life. She's strong and she's even stronger than Aidan or Alain, so why on earth would she be crying in the middle of the street?

"Kenna-I didn't expect to see you here," She replies before faking a smile, trying to hide away the worries glinting in his eyes.

"Are you okay, Mia?" I ask.

She nods, "I've never been better. Don't worry about me, I was just getting breakfast." She says with another smile, controlling her heavy breathings.

I grab onto her hand, "You... can tell me anything, Mia. You know that, don't you? Besides, you're not a good liar. Your brothers might not have figured you out but I can see the way you avoid making eye contacts with me. So, tell me, why were you crying in the middle of the street when you should be at uni?" I give her an assuring grip, wanting to give her the strength for something she's hiding.

Mia stays quiet for a little while, her head probably running wild as she tries to figure out more excuses but she nods, "Can we talk inside?"

I smile, gesturing for her to step in first.

Just as I'm about to pull the door open, I feel the coldness surrounding me which causes me to look up at the sky, first snow of the year. My lips curve up into a smile at the sight of the snowflakes, making me feel one fall onto the middle of my palm. Time flies and it doesn't take me long to realise how Christmas is near.

I immediately follow Mia inside, taking a seat in front of her as she plays with the tips of her fingers. Mia and her brothers have a lot in common, something I've been paying attention to but they act differently when they get nervous-Mia, she fidgets or tap her foot. Alain, he clears his throat a lot and probably even rub the back of his neck while Aidan, he clenches his jaw and sigh a lot. His hands would tremble, too.

But, when they're mad-they tend to play with their hair a lot and pinch the bridge of their nose. It's funny if you imagine them being in the same room and mad at each other, each just pinching the bridge of their nose in unison before running their fingers through their hair. It's a sight worth seeing but as far as I've been with them, I haven't gotten the chance.

"What I'm about to tell... you can't tell anyone. Not my mother, my father, anyone especially my brothers. They'd flip," She grabs onto my hand, gripping tightly which causes me to nod my head; gripping back, assuring her.

"Mia, you can trust me. I wouldn't tell a soul," I smile at her before letting out a deep sigh.

She tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear, "The thing is, Kenna-I'm pregnant." Her eyes meet mine as mine widen in surprise but I remain calm by trying to process what I heard. This may all seem like a small matter but for Mia, it's a huge deal-especially when she's still in uni, still altering her own future.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"This definitely can't be heard by Aidan," I mutter and she chuckles, leaning back on her seat.

"He can't know. Not now." She breathes out, "He's not going to deal with it very well-he might even beat the hell out of Tony. He worries too much about me. I know that he wants what's best but I'm an adult, Kenna... I can make my own choices. I can choose my own path," She adds.

"I know, Mia. He's overprotective of you because he loves you," I reply.

"Of course. I appreciate it that he loves me and I'm lucky to even have Alain and Aidan in my life but trust me... angry Alain and Aidan is something I don't ever want to see again. They'll change from angels to devils," She turns to look out the window. I breathe, "Have you told Tony?"

She blinks a few times, "No... │

haven't told anyone but you. I don't think I'm ready. What if he doesn't want to have a baby? What if he's not ready, too? What if we're making a big mistake? He has always talked about his future and how his parents depended on him because he's the only child, what if he leaves me when he finds out?" Her Voice almost breaking at the end which causes me to look away, not exactly knowing what to say or what to expect.

As far as I can tell, Tony's a great guy. From the way he looks at her and the way he talks to her, it shows just how much he loves her but I know that a thing as simple as having a baby together at this young age is complicated. Some might even give up on love because it's 'too' complicated.

"When did you find out?"

"A week after Marc passed away. I was late and I didn't want it to be true-unfortunately, it's true. I've been hiding about it ever since, Tony hasn't expected anything and he has been too busy to even notice anything much. University life is hard," Her eyes are starting to get teary as she quickly wipes them away.

"Mia... I know that this is your baby

and this is your life but Tony is the father. Sooner or later, he's going to find out and it's best if you tell him before that happens. We can't expect the worse from him unless we tell... what if he's the way he is? What if he accepts you and the baby? He's a very good guy, Mia. He loves you too much to leave," I reassure her with pleasing words as she nods, smiling before wiping the fallen tears.

"I know. He cares about me and he loves me. I love him, too-there's no way that I want to lose him because of something like this. We've talked about our future and we've talked

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just never talked about us, you know? I don't know if he might be worried about that because I am but now, I don't exactly know where we stand. Do we have forever or are we just a couple who tries to work things out through uni?" She blinks a few times.

I immediately sit beside her before soothingly rubbing the back of her body. "This is not healthy for the baby. You're overthinking. Look, why don't you head home and get some rest? Figure things out and try to tell him when you're ready in which I hope won't take you too long," I pull her in for a hug as she wraps her arms around my waist.