Rice, Rice, baby

Chapter 18

Author's note: 10 points if you can guess who the guy on the header is 😅 Finding pics for them sometimes is so difficult 🙈

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"Oh, looks like Alex and his parents just arrived" my mum says. "Olivia, can you keep an eye on this while I go greet them? I don't want your dad to eat burnt food on his birthday."

"Of course." But before she can leave, Alex's mum shows up in the kitchen.

"Hello, ladies. How is that lunch going?"

"Almost ready" I say.

"Oh, Liv. How are you? Is that bug you had over Christmas gone?"

"We are getting there" I smile.

"You look a lot better. And I'm sure a piece of my lasagna would help a lot" she says, uncovering the tray she was carrying. "It is your favourite."

"Oh, thank you very..."

"Olivia, are you alright?" my mum says. "You've gone so pale..."

"I... I think I'm gonna be sick" I reply, quickly running towards the sink.

"Olivia!" she says, holding my hair while everything I have eaten today leaves my body.

"My God, child. What happened?" Alex's mum says.

"I... I don't know. I smelled the lasagna and..." It's coming back. Help.

"What is going on here? What is that noise?" my dad says while walking into the kitchen.

"Olivia isn't feeling well."

"Oh, my darling. What happened?"

"The... lasagna. The smell..." I mumble, my forehead resting on the sink. It is cold and it feels so nice...

"The smell of the lasagna made you sick? You've always loved it! We've actually had to stop you from eating it all more than once" my dad chuckles.

"Not anymore."

"Not anymore? My darling, are you alright?"

"I think the bug she had over Christmas isn't completely gone" my mum says.

"That doesn't make any sense. The tests Dr. Smith ran said she was fine."

"And I'm fine" I say, slowly moving from the sink. "I just need a nap."

"Olivia, you don't look fine. At all" Alex's dad says. Now everyone is in the kitchen, giving me pitiful looks. All but Alex, who is, once again, looking at me in a way I don't understand.

"I think we should take you to the hospital, darling. They may see something that Dr. Smith's tests didn't see."

"I'm fine, dad. I don't need more tests. And besides, it's your birthday. I don't want to ruin it for you."

"You won't be ruining anything, darling. Let's go."

"I said no, dad!" I say, raising my voice. "I don't want to go to the hospital, I'm fine. I just need a nap."

"Olivia..."

"No! Leave me alone, I'm fine!" I insist.

"Tell them, Liv. Tell them what is actually going on" Alex says, his eyes going from mine to my stomach and back at my face. Oh... my God.

He knows. He knows I'm pregnant, that's why he's been looking at me the way he has. But how? How did he find out? Only Kennedy and Madders know and... The cafeteria. When he fell. He heard us talking that day, that must be it.

"What do you mean? What does he mean?" my dad asks.

"If you don't tell them I will, Liv."

"If I don't... Are you threatening me, Alex?"

"I'm just doing what is best for you" he says.

"What is best for me? Seriously?"

"Yeah" he shrugs.

"Is anyone going to tell me what the hell is going on or not?" my dad asks, now being the one raising his voice.

"Liv is pregnant."

"You fucking piece of shit" I say, closing the space between me and Alex and punching him.

"Olivia!" my mum screams, holding me before I hit him again.

"I fucking hate you, Alex! I don't want to see you ever again! Get the fuck out of my house!" I yell while he just stares at me, his hand on his bleeding lip. Looks like the training with Micky is useful for more than just one thing.

"Olivia, is... is it true?" my dad says behind me. "Are you... Are you pregnant?"

"She is, Mr. Chapman. All the symptoms are there. The tiredness, the nausea... And you won't believe who the father is."

"Shut the fuck up, Alex!" I yell again, trying to get free of my mum's grip. I'm killing him. I'm fucking killing him.

"Olivia... you didn't get pregnant from James, did you?"

"What? He and Kennedy are like family to me, mum. I would never do that!"

"I... I'm sorry. But you spend so much time together that... I don't know" she shrugs.

"He isn't a Tottenham player, don't worry" Alex says. That's it. It's over. He's gonna say Declan is the father, my dad will kick me out, and I will find myself living under a bridge while pregnant.

"Then who is the father?"

"I am" Alex smiles.

"What?" everyone says, me included.

"I am the father of Liv's baby" he says, smiling from ear to ear. What... the actual fuck.

"Oh... oh! That's wonderful news!" my dad chuckles. "Finally!"

"Finally?" I say, my eyes still focused on Alex and the stupid grin on his face.

"Since you were kids we always thought you would end up together" he says. "Our two families becoming one."

"Oh, Olivia. Congratulations!" Alex's mum ways while hugging me.

"We are gonna be grandads!" my dad says, hugging Alex's.

"Is this why you two have been behaving so... weird lately?" my mum asks. "Because you were seeing each other?"

"Yes" Alex says.

"No" I reply.

"Yes or no?" she asks.

"We'll have time to discuss all that later. Now is time to celebrate!" my dad says. "Thank you for this birthday present, darling. You've made me so happy" he says while hugging me.

"You're... welcome?"

"And thank you to you too, Alex. Ah, a grandchild! I can't believe it!" my dad says while giving him a big hug, the stupid grin he's had on his face since he dropped the bomb still there. God, I wish I could punch him again.

Like... this can't be real. This has to be one of my nightmares. Any moment now the killing will start and I will wake up.

But as they all keep celebrating, opening a bottle of champagne and laughing, nothing happens. My mum is the only one who looks a bit more concerned, but other than that, there are happy faces wherever I look. Pure bliss.

Because this isn't a dream. My family finally knows that I'm pregnant, but they think Alex is the father.

What. The. Fuck.