That blue hair'd douch is my dad

Chapter 11

"Porcelain, I'm sorry," Tristan cried.

He wrapped his arms around me, I was still frozen with my hands on my belly. I felt silent tears slip from my eyes, I wasn't upset, I was just in shock. I felt Tristan wipe the tears from my cheeks and pick me off the ground. I leaned into him and closed my eyes.

"Porcelain, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, or atleast say something," he begged.

"I'm not mad," I whispered; "I'm just kinda in shock."

"I am so so so so sorry. I should have been more careful. I understand if you don't want to talk to me," he said as he set me in my bed.

"Tristan, please don't go. I want you here with me, and it's not your fault. Now please stay with me," I asked.

"Of course," he agreed and sat on the edge of my bed.

We didn't speak, we sat in silence, I leaned on Tristan's shoulder and placed my hands on my belly, at some point Tristan rested his hands over mine, with one of his arms wrapped around my back. I eventually got up, I knew I had to talk to Uncle Matt, or maybe Kim would be a better choice. Tristan went to get us dinner and I went to find Matt, he was still in the music room.

"Uncle Matt," I said softly when I sat next to him on the piano bench.

"What's the matter Porcelain?" he asked and wrapped me into a hug.

"You know our conversation from earlier?" I asked.

"Ya," he said sceptically, then it hit him; "You're not?"

"I-I don't know, maybe. Tristan said the condom broke last night," I replied.

"Firstly T.M.I, secondly don't get to hung up on maybe, but also don't tell your dad anything until you know forsure and until after the tour," Matt said.

"O-ok, that's probibally all I can do," I agreed; "Thanks."

"No problem Porcelain, now go get dinner," he said.

I got up and met Tristan in the kitchen, we tried to act as normal as possible but that didn't work.

"Porcelain, Tristan, what's going on? You're not yourselves," Kim said as the three of us left the kitchen.

Tristan gave me a look and nodded slightly. I grabbed Kim's hand and gently pulled her upstairs.

"I could potentally be pregnant," I said.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"We had a mishap last night, so now we have to wait and see," Tristan said.

"Wow, okay. Who else knows?" Kim asked.

"Matt," I replied.

Tristan wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and I leaned back into him. I closed my eyes and rested my hands ontop of Tristan's.

"Let me guess, tell no one until there is a definitife positive?" Kim asked.

"Please," Tristan begged.

"Of course, your secrets safe with me," she replied and hugged us both.

Kim went down to her room and Tristan pulled me to his. My mind began to wander to how everything would go if I really was pregnant and how would we do rooms, but I knew with Kim being pregnant there would be some room shifting. I shook the thoughts off and just lived in the moment with Tristan holding me.

"Are you okay with everything?" Tristan asked.

"As okay as I can be given the circumstances," I replied.