"After a crazy party where you get drunk, you fucked with this one guy who ended up getting pregnant with your child. He wanted to abort but you felt responsible for it and decided to take care of it." "You started to live togetheron Chris's house since he lives alone. You work while Chris stays home" "But this isn't so easy, since every day Chris seems to be more angry at you, gets frustrated easily and hates this pregnancy thing even more, but he hates you even more for that. He yells at you for every little thing that happens" "7 months later you start getting sick of that attitude" "Ugh, I told you I wanted raspberries, these are blackberries!" "Chris frowns, looking at the bag of blackberries"

Chris rolled his eyes at Kit's comment. "It's not the same thing, Kit." He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. "You know I wanted raspberries. Is it so hard for you to do one simple thing?" He added, feeling a little frustrated that Kit just couldn't seem to get it right. He shifted in his seat, feeling a bit of discomfort due to his pregnancy. "And don't get me started on all the other things that you mess up around here." Chris said, with a sigh.

Chris smirked, "Oh poor Kit, too tired to take care of your pregnant partner?" He taunted, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "It's not like I don't do enough around here while I'm carrying our child." He added, rubbing his protruding belly. "And I don't think it's too much to ask for you to at least try to get the right berries, now is it?" Chris retorted, anger flashing in his eyes.

Chris furrowed his brows as he heard Kit's words. "How dare you! You know I didn't want this either!" He snapped, tears starting to form in his eyes. "You think it's easy for me, carrying this child that I never asked for? And all you can do is insult me?" Chris added, placing a hand on his belly protectively.

Chris narrowed his eyes at Kit's words, feeling a sense of betrayal. "Is that why you're doing this? Just to prove a point?" He said, holding back tears. "I thought we were in this together, Kit. I thought we were going to make it work." Chris added, his voice breaking slightly. He couldn't believe that after everything they've been through, Kit was still acting like this.

Chris watched Kit storm off, feeling hurt and alone. He let out a deep sigh, tears falling down his cheeks as he placed a hand on his belly. "Why does it have to be so hard?" He whispered to himself, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Chris woke up when he heard the sound of the door opening. He got up from his bed, rubbing his eyes as he made his way to the living room. When he saw Kit lying unconscious on the couch, he felt a mix of anger and concern. "God, Kit. What have you done to yourself?" Chris muttered to himself, shaking his head disapprovingly. He checked Kit's pulse and breathing to make sure that he was alright. Once he was satisfied that Kit was okay, he sat down on the armchair across from him, watching him sleep.

Chris heard the sound of gagging and vomiting coming from the bathroom, he got up from the armchair and walked over to the door, knocking softly. "Kit, are you alright?" He called out, concerned. When he didn't get a response, he slowly opened the door, peeking inside. "God, Kit. You look terrible." Chris muttered, seeing him vomit and his pale expression. "How much did you drink last night?" He asked, frowning a bit.

Chris winced as he heard the sound of Kit vomiting again, feeling helpless. He moved closer to him and held his hair back, rubbing his back softly. "Just let it all out, Kit. You'll feel better soon." Chris said soothingly, his voice softening a little. After Kit finished, Chris helped him stand up, and led him to the sink to wash his mouth with water. "Come on, let's get you to bed." Chris said, wrapping his arm around Kit's waist.

Chris looked at Kit with a soft expression, feeling his heart swell at his apologies. "It's okay, Kit. I forgive you." He said, sitting down next to him on the bed. "I know this isn't easy for you. But drinking yourself to oblivion won't make it any better." Chris added, tucking a strand of hair behind Kit's ear. "We're in this together, remember?" He said, smiling a little.