Daddy Issues ~ Sebastian Stan {Completed}

27

A/N: So, I actually posted this chapter on Wednesday, but I don't know why it didn't publish. But, anyway, here's chapter 27.

Also, let me know if you guys can't comment or vote because some are saying they were not able to comment on the last chapter.

Wattpad is actin' crazy ISTG🙄

Muma gripped your arm and yanked you to your room as soon as you opened the door, slamming the door shut behind her as you sat on your bed.

"What the hell was that?" She walked towards you. "Almina, I'm talking to you," 

"I-" You hesitated, you weren't sure what to tell her, or how to tell her.

"Al, the man is twice your age, how can you do this? I mean seriously Min, you couldn't find anyone your age?" Muma yelled. This was the angriest you have ever seen her, she was red, burning like a fire. Muma stood up straight, flaring her nostrils when you don't answer her.

"So, what happened to Aaron?" She asked, rubbing her forehead. 

"We- We broke up,"  

"How does it work!? How do you expect it to work out between you two?" She shook her head. 

"I- um," The tears you had been holding back for too long came threatening out. "Muma, I-" You brought your hands to your face, hiding your eyes behind your palms. 

Muma sighed, walking to you and sitting down next to you.  "I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean to yell." She cooed as she rubbed your back.

"No, No, it's not that it," You sob, wiping your nose, and look up at her. You didn't want to tell her, it was wrong, but you were closer with Muma than your actual mother and you really needed an adult's opinion in your situation. 

You had an ob-gyn appointment in an hour and a half, and you still hadn't told the father of the child about it and had no clue if you even wanted to. Everything was so messed up, and all you wanted to do was be next to Sebastian, to let him make you smile, to let him hold you, to let him make your heart skip a beat. 

"Muma, I'm- I'm pregnant." You blurt out. Muma's hand stops drawing the circle on your back as she stares at you with wide eyes.

"Wha- Why- Ho- How?" She stuttered.

"I'm pregnant." You say again, leaning to her lap and crying your eyes out. "I don't know what to do," You shook your head. "I- I have a check-up in an hour and I don't know what to do," 

"You're pregnant," She breaths out. 

"I- I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do," You repeat, turning and clutching onto her shirt, crying into her stomach.

"Shh," Muma ran her hands through your hair, "It's okay, hey," She tried to calm you down. "Al, look at me," She held your cheeks, pulling your face to look at her, she wiped your tears, looking at your red puffy eyes. "It'll be okay,"

"No, it's not!" You shook your head, "I want to keep them, I really do, but I can't."

"Who said that?" She furrowed her eyebrows. 

"Muma, what will Ryan think? What will Sebastian say? And, most of all, I feel guilty, like- like I'm doing something wrong. I- I" 

"No, why would you think that? Almina, that is totally up to you, you can't let their opinions get to your head." You dropped your head, looking at your lap. "Look at me, Al. Do you think I let Sebastian's or anyone else's opinion get to me when I found out about Ryan?" She paused, waiting for your answer.