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Justin's Point Of View

I wasn't sure what was wrong with Kylie, she never acted like that. She always told me what was wrong with her.
When I arrived at Kylie's home I parked my car and went with my key in the house. Kylie also had a key for my house. We nearly lived together because we were always together and I  really loved every second with her. That's why I already searched for a house for us. Our first own house.
"Kylie?" I shouted and went in the living room.
"Yeah," I heard her saying and a short time later she stand in front of me.
"Hey Baby Girl, what's wrong with you?"
"Can we sit down?" Kylie asked, without looking at me. I nodded and went with her to the couch. We sat down and I put my arms around her.
"Tell me Baby, what's wrong," I said looking at her.
"Justin," Kylie began softly, "I don't know how I should say this."
"Just say it Baby Girl. I'm always here for you. No matter what's going on with you."
"Justin, I'm pregnant. You are going to be a father."