We're at Mr. and Mrs. Ross's house for Sunday dinner.
Evelyn is so nervous and stressed because we're telling everyone today.
Noah calls everyone to the living room.
"Please?" she asks me.
Everyone is dead silent.
I don't want to say it.
"Uh..." I mess with my hands. "Tate, you're going to be a father." I say.
"I'm not pregnant. Nice try." Eloise says.
I sigh softly.
She looks at me.
"Wait. Are you pregnant?" she stands up, looking like she's going to kill me.
"No!" I back up, right into Noah's chest.
She takes a deep breath.
Tate stands up, rubbing the shit out of the back of his neck.
His eyes flick to Evelyn for just a second, but Eloise sees.
"You're pregnant?"
She swings at her. Everyone starts panicking. I grab both of Eloise's arms, yanking her back. I slam her into the wall.
"Let go of me! You should be on my side! She's pregnant with my boyfriends child!"
"Calm the fuck down." I snarl. "That's my pregnant sister." I snap.
She rests her forehead against the wall.
"Someone better start explaining." she whispers.
"New Years Eve, after Noah and I left. You got drunk and you were being a dick. Tate walked away and found Evelyn crying. He calmed her down, they kissed, things got heated, the end."
"But she's pregnant." she wiggles in my grip. I tighten it.
"Exactly. Stop trying to hit her."
"If I was pregnant with Noah's kid, you would want to beat the hell out of me, too!"
"No, I would want to beat the hell out of Noah, not you!" I snap at her. "That doesn't mean you can beat the hell out of Tate!"
She shoves her way off of me.
"I can't believe you!" she shouts at me. "You're on their side?"
"You're trying to beat the hell out of my sister!"
"She's not your sister!"
"Well she might as well be!" I snap at her.
She shoves me, hard.
It takes all my willpower not to punch her.
She walks out of the house.
I stand there, my fists clenched.
"Do you guys hate me?" Evelyn asks quietly.
"No." Beatrice says. "I honestly want to punch Eloise."
"I'm going on a walk."
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It's nine thirty seven. I went home. Noah is actually not with me tonight. I'm laying with my head on Ace's stomach. He's so big now. Saint Bernard's are giant dogs.
I only have on a pair of panties. I'm under clean sheets.
My phone starts ringing next to me. I pick it up and pause Beyond Scared Straight.
"Hello?" I ask. I don't know the number.
"Hi, is this Annabelle Oates?"
I hear a crying person screaming in the background for her to hand up.
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You And Me
Teen Fiction"Oh, love, you're going to drop him!" Noah teases as I carry my new puppy from the kitchen. "Shut up." I laugh. "I am not." "Yes you are!" he says. He shoots up and grabs my waist, yanking me on top of him. I let the puppy down to roam the house. My...
