Kyle turned to me slowly, his eyes bulging in his sockets.
"What did you say?" he asked.
I wrapped my hands around my stomach unconsciously, and his eyes followed my movement. I walked towards him and stood my ground, glaring at him.
"I said I'm pregnant," I said.
He shook his head, and took a step back, eyes on me. "No, you're not."
I nodded slowly. "Yes, I am."
"No, you're not," he said.
I sighed loudly. "I'm eleven weeks gone, Kyle."
I turned to Damon and held his hand. "Damon's the father."
He paused and glanced at Tara, who nodded in affirmation.
The blood rushed to his face all at once, as the anger flowed through his veins. He stalked towards me slowly and pushed me aside. He swung his fist and hit Damon right in the chin, sending Damon crumbling to the floor.
"Damon!" I cried and ran to him.
"Asshole!"
"This is all your fault!" Kyle yelled, wagging a finger at Damon, as he tried to move past Tara.
