What I Bought on Ebay

Are You Pregnant?

Anyone loving Ned yet? Don't worry all you Milli fans, she'll be joining us soon......

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"That's my decision, Ned." my voice is quiet, almost like a quiver.

"Alright, come on." he wraps his arm around my waist. "Let's go back."

"Edward, what happened to your face?" Mother asks him clearly horrified.

"Ah, I messed up. Deedee clearly deserved to do this." he accepts the ice Dad hands him over.

Cars eyes me. "What did he do?"

"He lied." I tell them.

"I deserved it." Edward pipes up.

"Then why is your face all pink? Were you crying? Why were you crying?" Because I'm a liar, I want to tell Cars.

"Hello, and may I start you off with something to drink." the waiter politely asks us.

By the appetizer, everyone has calmed down. We talk as if nothing happened over stuffed grapes with goat cheese and mini lamb skewers.

"May I get you some wine, Miss Lockridge?"

"Oh, of cou-"

Ned looks up at the waiter. "No, she won't be having any tonight. Do you have any Shirley temples?"

"Oh, of course. Coming right up." he walks away looking a little flustered. It's not every day someone orders a kiddy drink here.

"No wine?" Eric jokes.

"Deedee's stomach isn't feeling so well tonight. I don't want her to feel sick."

"You just don't want me getting drunk." I stick my tongue out at him. Milli must have told Luc who told Ned that I getting quickly intoxicated with wine. Damn it.

"Oh of course not!" he fakes out.

"Wait, Desiree..." Mother thinks over, a creepy grin forming. "Are you pregnant?"

"What! No, I'm not pregnant!" I shout a little louder than I meant to. I shrink back in my chair wanting to hide from all the laughter around me. "That wasn't funny." I tell Ned. "You shouldn't have started laughing."

"Aw, come on, Deedee. It was too funny." he looks at my pout. "I'll make it up to you later." he winks.

I wrinkle my nose. "Nope, I don't think so."

"Desiree, stop slouching and wipe the frown off your face." Mother scolds for the hundredth time.

I look around, met by the blank faces of my family and Ned. They're all quietly sipping on their soup. Eric is half way in between eating and blinks back at me.

"Why aren't you eating your soup?"

"Mother," I scowl but then quickly take back the nasty attitude when she gives me a horrified look. "It has whip cream in it."

"That's absurd. Of course it doesn't. This is tomato soup."

"It's a rich tomato soup." I emphasize the 'rich'. "I asked the waiter. It has whip cream in it."

"Just eat your soup."

I sit there like a child, refusing to eat my soup.

"Desiree!" She snaps. "Eat the soup!" I can just imagine her eating tiny children for breakfast. Mother gives me another harsh glare that makes my bones melt.

I pick up my spoon and spoon some in my mouth. My gag reflexes kick in but I force them back and drink more of the tomato soup.

"Desiree, stop slurping."