The Baby Blue Bentley {Russell Westbrook}

Chapter XIX

"How are the Brussels? Are they good? It took me three times to get them just right," My mother said, smiling at all of us at the table. My mother and father were at each head of the table, leaving Desiree and I right across from each other. She hadn't made eye contact with me all night.

Even though Desiree hadn't eaten one bite of her food, she still answered her mother positively, "They're delicious, Mom. Thank you." My mother looked to me, as I scrunched up my nose.

"They could use some more salt," I said, reaching for the shaker and dumping salt onto the green vegetables. My mother ignored my comment and cleared her throat, smiling at both of us.

"Well, you two are awful quiet," She acknowledged, looking between both of us. She had no idea what was in store for her. This was my chance. My sister had always been the favorite. Now? Not so much. "You guys must be tired of each other. Living with each other and all."

"Oh, we are very tired of one another," I cleared up, dropping my fork onto my plate. "But not because we live together."

"Monica, that's not very nice," My dad warned, chewing his food obnoxiously.

"Oh, Dad, you think I'm the bad guy here... You're in for a rude awakening," I smiled deviously at Desiree, who shoveled her steak and vegetables around her plate over and over again.

"Desiree," My mother began, "You've been pretty quiet. Is there something you want to talk about?"

"Oh, there's a lot!" I commented.

"Enough!" My mother said to me, looking back over to Desiree. I leaned back in my chair, throwing my napkin onto my plate. My mother reached for Desiree's hand to show her sympathy, but Desiree yanked it away.

"I have to speak with you guys," She declared. I hadn't heard her speak in over a week since the whole situation happened. Her voice was hoarse, and it sounded like she had been crying for days on end. "Um... Ten days ago, I found out some... some pretty big news. Um, I don't know how you're going to take it. It's... It's pretty big news."

"Honey, you're worrying me," My Dad said, dropping his fork, and looking at her, his eyebrows knitted together with concern. "Is it good news?"

"Depends on how you take it,I guess," She mumbled, her voice full of guilt. I was really loving this. I smiled in delight, waiting for her pained answer. "I'm... I'm pregnant, Mom and Dad. I'm pregnant." The room grew so quiet you could hear a pin drop. My father looked back and forth between my mother and I. I folded my arms across my chest, pursing my lips and shaking my head.

"Desiree..." My mother trailed off. "We expected this of Monica, but not you. We thought you weren't partaking in those dangerous activities. At least not until you were married. What happened? Is work too slow for you? Did you get distracted? Who is this man? I would like to meet him."

"Oh, you've met him before," I challenged, smirking. My mother ignored me, keeping her gaze focused on Desiree.

"It's Sean, Mom," Desiree clarified. My mother's eyesight flew to mine.

"Your Sean?" She asked, fear filling her eyes. I nodded slowly, a smile still pressed on my face, but anger and hurt still weighing heavily on my heart. "Desiree, why would you do something like that to hurt your sister?"

"I don't know, Mom, I don't know what came over me!" She wailed, bursting into tears. Oh, here we go. "He would just look at me a certain way sometimes and he would talk to me like no man ever did—"