(A/N: Chapters 19-22 will be posted now and then 22-Epilogue a week later and then a week after that the Sequel will be posted.)
To me this day was going to be nerve wrecking. Not only did I have to tell my parents that my boyfriend of three weeks knocked me up on our, technically, second date. I had to tell his parents that he knocked me up too.
"The turkey smells good, dad. Did you put something sweet on it?" I asked, taking a look at the golden goodness.
"Yeah, it's brown sugar and butter. The ham's already salty, so it's flavoured. The glaze just gives it a kick, ya know?"
"I know what you mean, dad." I kissed his cheek and headed to my mom who was cleaning the house like crazy. I had invited Beck and his family over so I could tell them the news together. Beck was ecstatic to have a child, he told me not to have an abortion or give him or her up for adoption.
I had no intentions of doing that, so I was surprised when he had told me not to those things. Apparently, he had gotten Oliver knocked up before and she terminated the baby, then told him what she had done. I felt pretty bad for him and didn't want him to go through the same thing.
I hope she knew when you terminated a baby, it'd be extra hard for you to have another one.
"Hey, momma." I greeted her.
"Hey, baby." She said, mopping the floor. "How about you help me clean, because I don't know why you invited that prissy family over here."
"I thought you liked them?" I asked, confused.
"I do. I just don't like that woman, she is so two faced and not to mention a clear racist."
"How do you know that?"
"One day she accidentally called me a nigger. I caught her, but played like I didn't hear what she said. But, anyway go do something, you're distracting me." She shooed me away and I gave her a kiss on the cheek before I skipped away.
I went up the stairs to Dylan's room. He and his girlfriend were in there, doing God knows what. I pushed the door open and was greeted with nothing but darkness.
"How is your room so dark? It's only three o'clock." I said, folding my arms. "Oh my gosh, I forgot you guys were busy!" I sarcastically squealed.
"You're a pain in the ass. Get out of my room." He said, trying to cover up his girlfriend. I giggled and walked out the room, closing the door. I skipped to Tisha's room and opened the door.
The smell of burnt hair and laffy taffy took over my nostrils.
"Why does in hair smell like burnt weave and candy?" I asked, plopping down onto her bed.
"I was burning some weave earlier and I just started eating some laffy taffy. I saved you the banana and blueberry ones."
"Oh, golly thanks babes." I said, taking one of them.
"So, ready for tonight?" She asked and suddenly the gush of excitement left and was filled with devastation.
"I'm trying." I sighed and laid down on the bed.
"Don't worry. I doubt they'll do anything drastic, after all they've been in the same predicament before."
"You're right."
"Aren't I always?"
"Thanks for being my best friend. I love you little Dave."
"I love you too, little Beck." We hugged and then went our separate ways to get ready. I wasn't trying to do anything drastic, because I knew very well that I was going to cry tonight.
Six o'clock rolled along and it was time to put on a show and then tell my parents about my little incident.
I had gotten all dolled up and had helped my mom set up the table. Tisha came downstairs with her makeup beat and probably the highest heels on. Her dress was long and flowed, I liked it a lot.
The doorbell rung. "I'll get it!" Dylan smirked, leaving his girlfriend alone with us.
"How ya doing Erica?" I tried to make conversation.
"I'm good, how are you?"
"I'm just peachy." I sarcastically said and I could see her roll her eyes. Erica and I don't have the best relationship, because maybe I don't like her and she doesn't like me. I feel like she's just using my brother for his money and I have voiced this before.
That's why Dylan and I only argue when we're together. It's actually quite sad, but it's true.
Lauren, Scott senior, Scott junior and their wicked mother, Marilyn walked through the door. Lauren ran over to me and gave me a big hug.
"I haven't seen you in so long!" She squealed, crushing me even tighter.
"You can't hug her too tight." Beck warned and I glared at him. Tisha smirked to herself, seeing only she knew, besides Beck, about me being pregnant.
"Oh, shut up. I just want to hug my soon to be sister." She smiled and whispered to me, "Between me and you, I don't like Oliver."
"Me either." I mumbled to her and she giggled.
"Hey, what's up?" Scott J. came to me and gave me a brief hug. "Nothing much, dude." I replied after being released from the hug.
"Hi, girlfriend." Beck pecked my lips and gave a tight, but brief hug.
"Hi, boyfriend." Their dad came up to me and gave me a small hug with a sad smile on his face.
"Everything's all good?" I nodded. "Yes, sir."
Marilyn tried to hug me, but I excused myself and sat down. Saying that I felt lightheaded. My parents came from wherever and greeted our guests. They all caught up, before my mom began to give out the food. Everyone just ate their food in silence.
I felt Beck squeeze my hand, signaling me to tell our parents the news. I cleared my throat and looked up at them. "I have something to say."
"Oh, goody." Dylan teased and I rolled my eyes. He chuckled to himself, before stuffing ham into his mouth.
"What is it dear?" My dad asked, taking a bite of his chicken. I studied their faces and prepared for the ultimate punishment that I will ever receive.
"I'm pregnant."
Epilogue next chapter.
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