Emily's POV
I was baffled by my mother's question. "Preg...nant? Mom, are you crazy? Of course I'm not pregnant. I've always been careful when it comes to having sex.. I..."
I paused as memories of the heated night with Sebastian flooded my mind. He sneaked me away to his bedroom and to his hot awaiting Jacuzzi, and once there, we had the most passionate night of our lives.
"I'm always careful," I finished but I knew I was lying. I missed my levonorgestrel pills the morning after because I forgot to walk with them and when I got back to the hotel, pills weren't even on my mind.
"Okay," my mother simply said and I knew she wouldn't leave it at that. If one thing I was certain on about my mother, it's unfinished business whenever she's calm.
I swallowed the fear, and my senses tasted the imaginary liquid at the back of my throat. I walked out the bathroom and went back to the bedroom. I was still sleepy.
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At midday, I woke again and woke up to my mother standing in the doorway, looking at me with a sly smile on her pretty face that never seems to be aging.
"You know I wouldn't leave you alone until you prove that you're not pregnant, right?" she said as if she had won a satisfying battle.
"Mom, for the last time, I'm not pregnant. I'm just ill," I protested.
"Oh, then you shouldn't have a problem taking this pregnancy test." She waved a pregnancy test around and my eyes darted at it, dreading the thought of it showing a positive result. I got off the bed and kindly took the test from my mother and made a beeline to my washroom. I read the directions before following through.
I waited.
Finally. The line to indicate the pregnancy appears. And there were two of them.
I double backwards and fell on my bum on the marble floor. My mother must have heard because she rushed in to my aim.
"Are you okay?" she asked and help me up to my feet.
"Oh God, oh God!" I screamed once the results had sunk into my head. My mother took the test and looked at it and her mouth formed the silent 'O' of surprise.
"Congratulations Emily, wait until your father hears about this."
"NO! MOM, PLEASE DON'T TELL DAD AS YET!"
"But he'll be thrill."
"I want to tell him myself."
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My mother left me to it and I spent the rest of the afternoon wondering if I should call my best friend or the father of the child or pretend like none of this is happening.
When my father got home, I joined him and mom for dinner. I toyed with my meal, wondering if I'll vomit it up again.
"Sweetie, you don't like the food?" my father asked and raised an eyebrow at me in suspicion.
I took a mouthful of pamesan chicken and swallowed.
"Dad, I'm pregnant," I said once I had finished my dinner.
My father's eyes locked onto me. "Is this a joke?"
"No," my mother assured, "She's telling the truth, Ethan, she's pregnant."
"Who's the father?"
"A guy," I covered.
"I wouldn't expect it to be a woman," he let out, his voice not so cheerful. I thought he would be happy. Just last evening, he asked when I'll make him a grandpa and now he's hitting me with the strictness. So unfair.
"Ethan, please don't," my mother pleaded, "Not right now."
"Then when, is this the reason you came back home, Emily, because you're pregnant?"
"Of course not, dad. I didn't know. I found out only some hours ago."
He stood up and excused himself and I felt bad. I was picturing that going differently in my mind.
"I thought he'll be happy."
"Your father is happy. This is just news to him."
"But why he's acting so angry as if I'm the only one who's having a baby. Evan got a son and twins on the way. EJ is having a baby and I'm older than EJ. He never acted like that with the boys!"
"And there's your answer right there. You're his only daughter and he's still going to protective of you."
"But I'm not a baby anymore. I'm a woman," I said.
"Just give him some time and let him process. He'll be happy for you. I am. So, have you told the father as yet?"
I shook my head no.
"Why not? Is there a problem?"
'A big problem' I wanted to scream but I didn't.
"I'll call him afterwards."
To my surprise, my meal digested perfectly and I retrieved my cellphone from the bedroom. I dialed and waited for his voice to come from the other end.
"Hello," his voice came after the third ring.
"Hi Sebastian, there's something I need to tell you. Something you ought to know."
"What is it Emily?" his voice carried anger.
"I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye." I was suddenly afraid of telling him the truth.
"Is that all?" he asked again, still holding anger.
"Umm.."
"Well goodbye Emily," he responded and hung up the phone.