(warning: derogatory language ahead. I apologize in advance)
Demitri's POV
I really wasn't prepared for my mom to wake us up from our nap, but she did and it was awkward as hell.
I was practically wrapped around Eli while he was holding my ass...awkward.
Could've been worse..she could've found the pregnancy tests or my dad could've seen us..
Anywhore, we're all downstairs eating dinner including my father. I'm honestly just trying not to vomit everywhere. It's my mom's lasagna, which is great but I guess my little human doesn't agree.
My stomach is turning. I can feel the uneasiness and I'm about five minutes away from puking my guts out, right here, right now. Eli's soft caresses under the table sort of help. I wish we didn't have to hide right now.
"So, Elijah how is school going for you?" my father asks, pulling me away from the things in my head.
Eli bites his lip, "Good sir."
"Still taking those AP classes?"
"Yes sir." Eli fibs, biting into his garlic bread.
"Good. You are a very smart kid. Don't let that karate nonsense lead you off course." my father scoffs.
Ouch..he doesn't even say that about me..
I feel Eli's hand stop on my stomach and his nose twitches. He does that when he gets angry. Shit. Holy shit.
"Karate has helped me with a lot of things, sir. I do understand what you are getting at though." he responds politely.
Before my ignorant father can say anything back, my mom asks, "Demitri, honey why aren't you eating? Lasagna is your favorite."
Shit.
I shake my head, feeling my face heat up drastically, "I'm sorry mom. I'm just not that hungry."
Eli gives me a soft look of sympathy as he starts rubbing my stomach again.
"But, honey you haven't eaten much at all today. Are coming down with something?" she questions, now sounding very worried.
Fuck.
"See what you did Demitri. You are worrying your mother. Eat your food. Now." my father raises his voice sternly.
I wince at his tone now feeling tears prick my eyes, "I-I can't."
His face turn a dark shade of crimson, "And why not?!"
"Andrew! Do not yell at him like that!" my mother scolds, hitting his arm.
I wipe my face before he could see how pathetic I am then take Eli's hand off my stomach and hold it tight. His nose twitches again as he watches my parents fight at the dinner table. I know he's going to blow any minute.
"I'm pregnant." it comes out as more of a mumble, not gaining any attention from my feuding parents,"I'm pregnant!"
Dead silence sweeps across the room instantaneously. Both of my parents look at me, mouths dropped, eyes wide, faces red.
"You're what?" my mom asks more confused than anything.
"I'm pregnant. T-there's a little human growing in my belly." I try hard not to stutter. My is heart pounding against my chest. Eli squeezes my hand.
"Get out. Get out of my fucking house now!" my father yells, "Both of you faggots, get out!"
"W-what?" my world shatters around me..endless tears pouring from my eyes,"You can't do this! I'm your son!"
