Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 36

"So, Bradley." My father paused and looked at Bradley, "Tell us."

Bradley leaned forward politely. "I'm sorry, tell you what?"

 My father frowned. "About your plans, of course. What's your purpose for dating my daughter? You took her away for a week baecation and now you're back. What's your plan?"

Oh no!

I knew it was coming, I just didn't know it was coming so soon.

Do not panic!

I  repeated the statement like a mantra, forcing the air in and out of my lungs. I plastered a smile on my face as I looked at Bradley waiting for him to answer. 

Do not hyperventilate. Do not faint. Do not vomit on his shoes.

On second thought, the last of those three didn't sound half bad. 

"Terrance!" my mother shouted. "Frankly, Tiffany and Bradley's relationship isn't any of our business." she paused and smiled at Bradley, "However, I hope you're treating our daughter like a princess. She's our only child, you know." She paused, "Well, she was."

Her statement didn't miss me. "Was?" I looked at my mother and frowned. "What do you mean was?" I looked between my parents waiting for an answer. 

My mother smiled and looked at my father than me. She placed her hands on her stomach, "Well, I went to the doctor while you were away. I thought I was going through menopause but I am actually pregnant. That's what we wanted to tell you today."

"Pregnant!" 

She smiled. "Yes, you're going to be having a little sister...."

"Or brother." my father interrupted. 

My mother looked across at my father and smiled, "Or brother.. in six months."

I was too stunned to speak for a while. "Aren't you guys a bit too old for that?"

"Old?" my mother shook her head, "Honey, we're in our forties. I'll have you know that there are many women my age having babies."

I nodded trying to take it all in. 

My parents were going to have a baby. I always wanted a younger sibling but I didn't think that it would take twenty-five years for my parents to give me one. I guess it's not too bad, I'll have a baby to play with. 

I smiled, "Congratulations. I'm going to have a baby sister." I said happily. 

"Or brother." My father added.

I looked at him and smiled. "Or brother."

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Smith." Bradley said with a smile. 

My mother smiled at him, "Thank you. Bradley." she glanced at me. "I always thought I was gonna be a grandmother at this age." she chuckled. "Who knew I'd get pregnant and this age?"

Yea, who knew. I thought.

"It would be good to have a grandbaby that would grow up with this baby." My mother looked at me with a cheeky smile. "Don't you think so Tiffany?"

I knew exactly what my mother was trying to do and holy hell!  There were so many places that I'd rather be than around this table. 

On the Titanic, while it was sinking.

In a slave torture chamber.

Hell, probably.

I ignored my mother's statement. After all, what could I possibly say?