Pregnant And Rejected

CHAPTER 3

Once at the corner, I took out my phone and browsed through my contacts till I spotted Eric's name. I sent him a text saying I would make sure he regretted it if he didn't meet me at the neighborhood playground in ten minutes. When I arrived in the park, I felt both anxious and confident because I was still very much infatuated with my dad. Eric was sitting on the swings staring at his phone as I parked the car and went to see him. My confidence vanished like a bad memory. Sitting in the swing next to him, I grinned and said, "Hey, you're here." "Yeah, so what do you want?" he responded, looking at me with dead, dull blue eyes while shoving his phone into his pocket. as though he hadn't been sleeping well. I asked, ignoring his impolite inquiry, "Have you been sleeping lately?" "No, my dads been keeping me up asking me dumb questions. Making sure I'm Alpha material, he can't just let anyone take over, blood or not. So why am I here?" He said as he looked at me. I was sitting in my own car, breathing deeply, and reflecting on how cowardly I had been lately. I'll confess it; since telling my folks a few days ago, I haven't been home. You're disappointed with me, I know that. Now, I'm just another one of those pregnant girls who fled their difficulties rather than face them, isn't that right? Not true! I just need to be able to address my difficulties head-on. I can't look at my dad. Not in response to what he said, but my mom had called me in tears. pleading with me to return home after I informed her I had been sexually assaulted, and naturally, I did. My mom is never sad. I realized I couldn't be self-centered since she needed and missed me. Since she was my mother after all, I returned home for her.

I locked the car after removing my keys from the ignition and bravely walked up the path to my home. It didn't appear particularly familiar, but it did feel darker in a way—not in a good way. Jason swept me into his arms before I could even knock on the door. As a kind of big brother, he had always been my favorite cousin. I liked him even more despite the fact that he would make fun of me and knock someone else down before I could even weep. Jason has fought someone over me countless times; I lost count. "Why didn't you tell me? I could've killed him for you Addy, you're my cousin i'd do anything to protect you. I don't care if he could kill me." Jason said into my shoulder. I brushed him aside, grinning, and yanked a lock of hair behind my ear. As Jason removed a stray tear from my eyes, I started crying. "I know you would, I was just ashamed... I felt like it was my fault. I-I still love him though Jason im sorry." He sighed, taking hold of my hand and beckoning me inside the house. "It's not your fault, dont you ever think that. He's your mate Addy. Of course you still love him." Uncle Blake sighed, standing, and took me onto his lap, engulfing me in his embrace the way he had when I was a child. Sometimes I felt that my dad didn't understand me, or he just got busy, or I just found it difficult to tell him certain things. When it occurred, I would always turn to my mother or Uncle Blake. It was enough for him to hold me; I didn't need him to say anything. safe and comprehensible. More than that was sufficient to give me a slight sense of relaxation. "Avery, she's here." My mother's heels against the floorboards were an easy sound to identify. I had almost idolized it as a child. Her self-assurance, her joy, her entire being. My mother was intelligent, strong, and driven. She was very nearly flawless! All of the things my father wanted me to be, but of course I had to let him down and make the biggest mistakes. "You don't ever do that again, you hear me?! Don't just run off like that Tianna it's dangerous." My mom was sniffling. She was trembling as she set a plate of lemonade on the coffee table, her hair a jumble and her eyes bloodshot. "I don't care if your having a baby, you are my baby and I have to protect you. I cant do that if you run from me!! Please dont ever run from me..." I hugged my mother, who was petting my hair and holding me close, and said, "I'm ashamed. I let you all down and I just didn't wanna see the disappointment in your eyes." Pulling me away from her, my mother paused and turned to face my father's study. "It's not your fault... Baby you could never let me down. You've accomplished so much, you'll always be Tianna. Your stronger than I ever was at your age and if your dad can't see that then..." she said. "Maybe I choose the wrong mate." Thick silence descended upon the room, and I knew she meant business. While I was away, I knew they had been fighting over it. My mother couldn't have done it, I thought as I stared at her. My mother and father were meant to be each other's missing pieces, and even though my father was a jerk, they were great together. As for me, well... I mean, I was the piece that fit together perfectly. I inquired, staring at her as she nodded slowly and sat down on the couch. "Please dont ever say that mommy, daddy loves you and you love him... Right?" "Then don't ever doubt you mate. You should never do that, you might regret it."

As I sat on the swing, I observed the earth rapidly disappear beneath my feet. Like my life, everything was moving swiftly as Ryan stood behind me, nudging me forward. We went to the park since he was attempting to unwind and didn't think ice cream would help. I had the impression that I was witnessing a peek of the future while my 5-year-old was having a fit. We understand, after all, that she desperately wants her father! Grabbing the chains, Ryan hauled me to a halt. "Happy week anniversary beautiful, whats on your mind?" He kissed my cheek tenderly and wanted to sit next to me on the swing. What happens if one day she asks me for her father? Imagine if she had a full-blown tantrum and I—" Ryan cut me off with a long, tender kiss. "In my opinion, she won't be calling for Eric as she won't know who he is. Like my own Tianna, I will raise her. Until you inform me otherwise." He groaned and grinned at me. There was something about Ryan; although his eyes were blue, they were more of a sea blue than Eric's icy hue. "Are you certain that's your goal? You should be free of child support since you will shortly turn eighteen. Ryan, especially not one that isn't even yours." I started to disagree, but before I could say anything more, he made a loud, unpleasant noise. "We've only been dating a week but what's yours is mine, that makes it ours." A tiny three-year-old girl who was clearly a human youngster approached Eric with a beaming smile on his face. "Will you push me pwease?" She flashed her teeny teeth at Ryan as she grinned. Rising, Ryan sat her down on the swing and gave her a gentle prod before ensuring she had a firm hold. She spent around twenty minutes giggling and wriggling before she fell asleep and went to play on the merry-go-round. "That was cute." I made a smile. "Your cuter." We headed to his car after he smiled and grabbed my hand, allowing me to leap on his back. Since my father wouldn't talk to me, I wasn't ready to go home yet. He hadn't spoken anything since our conversation a week ago, literally. He went out for lunch and dinner after eating breakfast in his study. He avoided making eye contact with me over supper and was quiet. Even though my mom and I still spoke, nothing about it was the same. I was solely to blame for it. I sighed deeply as tears welled up in my eyelids as we drove up. "You okay beautiful?" Ryan gave my hand a gentle squeeze out of worry and asked with a sly smile on his face. "Im fine." I tried to smile, but it was obvious from his expression that he wasn't buying it. "I swear, I'll be okay. Just hormones, that's all. It won't last for long." "Okay, so you phone me when they don't, is that right? Until you feel better, at least, we can talk all night, sweetie." As I nodded and got out of the car, he offered to kiss me. My mother was waiting for me when I opened the door, a laundry basket cradled in her arms. I felt uncomfortable staring at her since she had a green avocado mask on. "The fact that... Ryan has to be the one that did that. When will you allow him to attend dinner at last so that your father and I can meet him?" A few cracks appeared in her mask as she smiled. "He can get to know you, but I don't have a father." I don't want to talk about it, but he told me that personally a week ago. Actually, I'll be in my room if you need me." I headed to my room, grinning falsely and freely. I opened the door and gazed at the recognizable form within my room before shutting it and shifting my weight to the other side. "So who's the blonde?" Sitting on my bean bag, Eric laughed. He was wearing a backpack, holding a picture frame in his hands, and a binder on his lap.