Secret Lover {Rydellington Love Story} -Sequel-

[13] Mistake

Rydel-

It's been two weeks since I had told Ellington about the baby. Only Mom knows about it, she's been keeping it a secret from my dad and brothers until I get ready to tell them myself.

I mean, I guess they could suspect someone being pregnant if they knew the symptoms of a pregnant woman. I am showing clear symptoms of pregnancy, like; mood swings, cravings, morning sickness, etc.

My stomach has grown about a third of an inch since I've been pregnant. I mean, I'm almost a month far along, and the baby is growing more and more everyday.

For my brothers' girlfriends, however, they suspect it. Like the other day, Kat asked me if I wanted anything from in-n-out and I yelled at her for asking me.

For some reason, I cry after I get mad. I don't know if that's normal or anything, but I guess it would be.

So, tonight, we're having a little get-together here at the house. Mom planned it so I could tell everyone about my pregnancy. I mean, I'm a twenty-three year old woman. {we're going with Rydel being twenty-three. Okay? Okay.} So they shouldn't be that angry.

Mom was setting the table, and as I felt water being splashed onto the denim of my shorts my head snapped toward the pool.

"Riker! You idiot!" I screamed at my older brother as his head popped up out of the water.

"Whoa, whoa, Del. Why've you been so moody lately?" Riker asked, hopping out of the pool.

Before I could answer, Mom called us over to eat. Regardless of it being 88° out here, I was wearing a hoodie to cover up my small bump. That's all I've been wearing for two weeks, that way my bump wouldn't show too much.

"This is really good," Ross commented, licking his lips that had barbecue sauce on them from the ribs he just devoured.

"Thanks," I replied, taking a bite of the pickle that was sat on my plate. I've had this crazy, obsessional crave for pickles, and it's like, I need them to live.

"Alright, well, Rydel has an announcement to make," Mom told everyone after they had finished eating.

"Alright, we're listening," Dad prompted, clasping his hands together.

I began with taking the hoodie off, which I had a pink tank-top under it.

"Whoa, you're going to strip for us?" Rocky joked. I glared at him once I had the hoodie off and held it in front of my belly.

"No," I stated. "But there is something I've been keeping from you guys for the past couple of weeks." I sighed before slipping my arms out of the armholes, which in the case, were heavier than you'd think they'd be.

"What's going on?" Dad asked abruptly.

"Okay, so, do you all remember the day that Mom and I went to the hospital to check up on me because I had been throwing up?" All of their heads were bobbing rhythmically. "Okay, well, while we were there, they had told me something. Now, before I show you, you have to swear you won't yell, get mad, or anything while I'm around all of you!" They all agreed and I peeled off the hoodie that was keeping my secret.

"Rydel," my dad whispered. "Are you-?"

I nodded,

"Yes, I'm pregnant." Everyone remained quiet and nobody did anything but stare at me. "All of you stop looking at me like that and say something!" I snapped.

"I don't know what to say; I'm just very disappointed in you, Rydel," my dad huffed and walked away.

I knew this was a bad idea from the beginning. I could have just had an abortion and everything wouldn't be like this, but something inside of me told me to keep the baby.

I don't know what it was, though. Was it my conscience? Was it the void I was feeling at the loss of Ridge? What was it?

I could sit here and tell you right now that telling your family about a baby that wasn't even planned for is the hardest thing ever. I mean, no one yelled and no one seemed happy. Just utterly shocked, I guess.

As my mom followed my dad inside, I decided to copy her and leave everyone out here in their own pool of confusion.

"Mark, come on," I heard my mom say to my dad, "you know that it was a mistake."

"Do you know what a mistake was, Stormie?!" My dad shouted. "A mistake was letting our daughter go flaunt around in whatever she wanted. Showing half of everything she has besides her insides. A mistake was moving out here to California and letting its ways change our kids. A mistake is not stopping at one kid! And most of all, a mistake is choosing to being here whenever I had my own self to support! That's a mistake. What our daughter did was a choice. And I hope she enjoys raising her mistake on her own, because I'll be damned if you expect us to help her!"

I felt the tears come out. I know my dad has stopped caring about me for these past couple of years, but that man has no self-control.

I stepped out from behind the wall and started at the man that I used to call my father.

"I'm glad you feel that way," I sneered. "You won't have to worry about me anymore, Mark. Because I'm leaving anyway."

"And where do you think you're going to go?! No ones going to want trash!"

"Oh please, you think I'm worried about what you say? I've got more than enough money saved up. I'll find my own way to live."

I was about to walk out of the door when my mom stopped me.

"BOTH OF YOU, STOP!" I hadn't heard my mom yell in so long, that it didn't seem right. "You two are father and daughter, you shouldn't be acting like this."

"Yeah, well, he thinks Riker's the only perfect one in this family, so. . . Who cares?" I muttered.

"Rydel, you're not going anywhere," Mom said. "And Mark, if you don't stop what you're doing, you're going to have to find somewhere else to live."

I rolled my eyes and stepped back out onto the patio where everyone was still sitting there with the same shocked expressions on their faces.

"Okay, guys." I clapped my hands. "I know you're all shocked, but come on. Let's continue this party!"

Everyone cheered and continued to play in the pool as if nothing ever happened.

But for some reason, what my dad said, it stuck to me. Does he really not care about us? I mean, does he really think we're all a mistake? I pushed back the thought and continued to watch everyone else have fun.

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Awe, Mark. You're so sweet. 😒

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