Why Try {unedited}

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The lady was looking between me and Callan in a confused manner, like she was trying to figure out what was happening.

"Margo," Callan greeted.

"Callan," she returned with a smile. She hugged him, and over Callan's shoulder, I saw her staring at me. I noticed that she was wearing a wedding ring.

Wha?

When they pulled away, dad pointed at me as he introduced me and why he brought me here to meet her.

"She's Brooklyn," dad introduced. "And if you don't see, she's six months pregnant and she's only seventeen."

Margo gasped and looked at me through her round eyeglasses. She had her straight hair in a ponytail and she was wearing a floral apron.

She was the exact opposite of my mother; brunette, straight haired, hazel-eyed, and always serious in a way that she didn't find my situation funny.

It wasn't that I was rude or anything, but I liked her better than mom.

"But.. How.." Margo muttered.

"I know. I swore that I really didn't want this teenage pregnancy to happen again but it did," dad breathed. "I don't know what to do, Margo."

"Brooklyn, your dad told me all about you. I just didn't expect you to end up like me," Margo sadly muses.

"What?" I asked in confusion.

Margo let me and my dad enter her house.

Then I saw pictures of my dad hanging in picture frames on the walls, followed by Margo's then a kid. He was brunette like Margo, and he had pudgy little cheeks. Over the years, he had grown and he was a part of a baseball team.

When I entered the living room, I felt roomy. The house had a chill vibe. I looked at a huge picture on the wall, the biggest of all, and saw that it was Margo, dad, and the kid.

Margo told me to sit by her as she asked me questions. Dad was suddenly gone, so I suspected that maybe he went upstairs.

"Oh," Margo mumbled as I told her everything up until to when J disowned his son.

"I can't believe this is happening to you too," she exasperated. "I just hope that Cameron-"

She was interrupted with dad calling my name in the kitchen. "Margo, lead the way," I sighed as I followed her through the kitchen.

There was a guy standing in front of the fridge, half of his upper body inside the refrigerator.

"What, dad?" I asked Callan.

Bump.

The guy pulled his head off the fridge and asked confusedly, "dad?"

I looked at him. He had brunette hair and his body was muscular. He had a scar on his right eyebrow. No doubt, this was the kid on the baseball picture. Margo and dad's child.

"Yes, Cameron. This is Brooklyn."

He stared at me. "Who's Brooklyn?"

Margo answered for him. "She's your half-sister."

"What?" We both said the same time.

Dad sighed. "Cameron, meet Brooklyn. Brooklyn, meet Cameron. You both are siblings from a different mother. Happy?" Dad huffed.

"Cool," Cameron says.

He walked towards me and took out his hand for me to shake. I took it and shook his hand. "So, have you heard their long, absolutely difficult love story?" He jokingly asks me.