"Greetings from me!" Mali-Koa goes as I pick up on Denise's call while I get up from the kitchen table that's full of breakfast foods like every morning.
"Hey babe." I start all smiles.
"Hey Cal Cal," She answers "How've the last three weeks been with your family?" She adds.
"Good, We're having a good time n stuff. I've been missing the sound of your voice."
"I'm very super duper sorry, university's harder than I imagined it to be," She apologizes kind of worried "Anyways, I have to ask you about something, something really important actually."
"Ask whatever you want, What's the matter?"
"Uhm, You remember the last time we had sex, right," She wonders "Do you remember if we used protection?"
"Well, now that I think about it, I have no freaking clue. Why?"
"Fuck! I didn't get my period. I should've got them three weeks ago."
"Wait isn't that a sign for pregnancy?"
"Is that even a question," She goes sarcastically. "I'm on my way to buy a pregnancy test."
"What? Oh my god, there's a possibility for you to be pregnant."
"*laughs* That's the actual point why people are having sex, dumbass."
"Oh, yeah right. lol."
"I have to go, call you later. Love you babe."
"Love you, bye."
Nail biting I get back on the table. I try not to make it that obvious that my mind's about to explode from tention that's building up in my head. Squirelly I crack my knuckles while my hands lay on my thighs beneath the table. The cracking of my knuckles catches mom's attentionen.
"What's up honey? Are you nervous?" She goes worried and puts the coffeepot back on the table after filling dads cupw with coffee.
"No, No. Eveyrthing's just fine. don't worry!" I calm her down trying to put an honest smile on my face.
As we're all finished with breakfast Mali and me bring the dishes to the kitchen to wash them. Turning on the sink she props her hands on the kitchen counter.
"You sure everything's just fine?" She asks empathetic.
"It's alright, nothing's wrong." I reply trying not to have eye contact to her.
"Bro, I know when something isn't just fine," She declairs. "Is it about Denise?"
"*clears throat* Well. There's a possibility for her to be pregnant."
"What the," She goes shocked without putting an end to her sentence. "Are you joking?"
"No," I go throwing the rag into the sink ."Would I ever joke about something like that?" I grumble short-tempered.
"Damn," She cotinues."When are you guys able to tell if she's really pregnant?"
"She bought a test a few minutes ago," I go calmly again. "Denise's gonna call me when she did the test."
"Wow, Cal. That are serious news you're telling right now, fuck."
"I know right," I say being cut up by my phone ringing. "It's Denise!" I announce while leaving the kitchen.
