It had been three days since Ike's incident when I finally left the hospital. Kenny swore that the car was in the shop and that he'd had no choice but to bring his motorcycle.
"You know how much I hate that thing," I grumbled tiredly, getting on the bike anyway.
Kenny just sighed as he started up the bike. He took off his helmet and gave it to me. I frowned but put in on. Kenny would just say that 'he doesn't need a helmet; if he dies, he'll come back - but I won't.'
I clung to him like superglue as my husband drove me home for the first time in three days. I hadn't slept or showered since then, and it was easy to see.
As soon as we got through the door, I dragged my corpse into the shower and then into bed. Kenny held my hand and gave me a few aspirins.
I woke up about five hours later, still feeling like shit. Kenny came into the room and brought me some coffee.
"Thanks, sweetie." I muttered tiredly. I drank the coffee slowly, feeling better already.
Kenny kissed my forehead lovingly. "So how's Ike doin'?" he asked quietly. I shrugged. "When's he getting out of the hospital?"
"Probably another three or four days," I told him. "I… it still feels like my fault, Ken." I bit my lip as I felt tears coming.
Kenny shook his head. "It's not. It's everyone else's."
My brother's suicide attempt had been completely unanticipated. Well, I guess not completely, all things considered.
"It's just like when he was raped," I murmured, Kenny half-hugging me. "I should've been there with him, to protect him… this is all my fault."
Kenny sighed. "I never realized you felt this way, Kyle. All I can say is that Ike is okay now, and he's going to get better. It's because of you that he made it this far, you know."
I just nodded silently at the blonde's comforting words, though I didn't completely believe him.
"Six months today!" Kenny said excitedly. I sighed with a small smile. "Good job, baby."
I rolled my eyes and kissed the excited man on the cheek before sitting down at the breakfast table. "It's not that big a deal."
Kenny scoffed. "Of course it is! Six months without drugs is nothin' to sneeze at."
I just smiled. "Whatever you say, Ken." We said nothing more as I poured myself some cereal and milk, grabbing a spoon from the counter.
"Oh, hey, we got some mail," Kenny said, tossing Kyle a pile of envelopes.
It was at that point that Ike joined the two, yawning and walking into the kitchen. "Morning, Ike," Kenny and I said.
Ike just yawned again in response. I chuckled; Ike hated waking up early on the weekend.
"You sure are up early," I noted.
Ike sighed. "Someone's mowing their lawn outside, it woke me up," he explained bitterly. "Who mows their lawn at seven in the morning?"
Kenny laughed. "I think that's Mr. Millar. He's about seven hundred years old and gets up at three a.m."
Ike just shook his head and poured himself a bowl of cereal. I ate my own cereal while rifling through the mail.
I stared at the large envelope I was currently holding for a moment, my heart beating furiously.
"What is it?" Kenny asked. He took the envelope to see the sender – Colorado State Adoption Agency.
He grinned. "Oh my God!" he cried eagerly. "Let's see what they said this time!"
Ike stood up in excitement. "Is it the adoption agency?" he asked. I nodded and took a deep breath.
Kenny closed his eyes for a moment before opening the envelope carefully. "Now before I see what it says, I just want you to know that no matter what, I love you, Kyle."
I snorted. "Yeah, yeah, just read the letter." Ike and Kenny giggled as he removed the document from the envelope and unfolded it.
He skimmed the document, but was unable to decipher its legal lingo.
"Here, let me," I said, taking the letter. "HOLY SHIT, KEN!" I yelled, jumping in the air. "We are pleased to inform you that the application has been processed, reviewed and accepted!"
"OH MY GOD!" Kenny cried, kissing me forcefully before grabbing Ike in a huge hug. "We're gonna be parents!" he exclaimed, kissing me again.
I gave him a look.
"You know, again! We're gonna be parents again! And this time, it's gonna work, Kyle! Nothing can happen."
I grinned and kissed my baby brother on the head. He didn't even complain like he usually would.
Stan and I did a bro-hug as he came in. "Congrats, Ky! I know you've been looking forward to this for a long time." I just grinned and grabbed my keys off the coffee table.
"Kenny, Ike! Time to go, Stan's here!" I called into the house, unsure of where my husband and brother were. Ike came out from his bedroom and Kenny emerged from the kitchen. "C'mon, we're gonna be late."
Kenny and Ike put on their shoes and joined us in heading out the door. "I can't believe the day is finally here!" I said excitedly as we got in Stan's car.
Kenny nodded. "Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?" he asked in anticipation.
I shrugged. "Don't know. Only a few minutes until we see them though!" I exclaimed. Stan hurriedly backed out of the parking lot of our apartment complex and sped down the road, eager to see our baby as soon as he or she is born.
It had been almost a full year since I'd been off drugs, more than eight months since Ike's incident, and almost two years since we'd lost our baby.
But right now as I held my baby boy in my arms, I knew that none of it would matter in the end, that all of us would make it.
I placed our beautiful little miracle into his crib as he slept peacefully. Kenny stepped into the room and slipped his hand into my back pocket.
"Kenny!" I said quietly, motioning towards the baby.
Kenny just smiled and hugged me. I embraced him back. "I'll be quiet," he whispered into my ear. "But I just want you to know that I forgive you."
It took me a moment to comprehend his muffled words, and when I did, I grinned into Kenny's t-shirt and leaned up to kiss him.
"He's beautiful," Kenny said blissfully. I nodded. "Almost as beautiful as you."
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