Drunk Love - A Rob Gronkowski Fanfiction.

Chapter 50

It has been almost a week since I've told my family about Rob and I. Everyone seems to be supportive of the whole thing except my dad which doesn't surprise me. First off, he's my dad. He wants the best of for his little girl even though I'm not even 22 yet and I'm onto my 2nd child. Though nothing is really wrong with that, it's just my dad really. I mean, being apart of the Kraft Organization is hard as it is, he does want extra attention. So, avoiding it is his only solution. And it was fine when it was Noah, but now that it's with Rob, I don't know how things are going to go.

I parked in his driveway as I sat there trying to get the courage to get home. I took a deep breath as my emotions started to get over whelmed, but all was good. I soon got out of the car and rang the doorbell, trying to avoid using my key.

As I heard his footsteps coming up to the door, I panicked. My heart beat raced and my palms got sweaty, nervous on what is going to come. He opened it and looked at me confused. My hands were shaking as I froze yet again on what to say. Tears running down my face.

"Dad, I'm sorry." I frowned.

"I really don't want to talk about this right now." He said just standing there.

"But I do."

"Okay? Then talk to someone else about it."

He shut the door in my face. My dad just shut the door in my face. My angry father just shut his door in my face!

I stood there in disbelief. How could he do that? He's damn near 55 years old acting like a teenage boy! That was so uncalled for, I don't get it.

I stood there confused on what to do. My eyes then became watery but I was too shocked to move. My dad soon reopened the door which caused me to turn around and walk away.

"Sydney, come back." I didn't respond. "Please, stop walking."

"Why does it matter? You don't want to talk to me."

"I do. I want to talk to you. Just come inside."

I thought about it and I realized that this might be the only time I'll actually have to talk to him. Because if I walk away as he gives me this chance, he might be way too mad to even consider talking about this.

I walked inside and rejoiced in a hug.

"I'm really sorry dad. I should have been more careful." I said.

"Sweetie it's fine."

"No it's not. If it was, you would have talked to me about it sooner."

He sighed as we both say on the couch. "I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at Rob. I'm sorry if it came off the wrong way and that you thought I was mad at you, but I'm not."

"Are you mad that he got me pregnant?" I asked.

"I'm mad at him about everything honestly. I've been mad at him for months, but that just made me angry. He's hurt you so many times and I really don't want this to be another time."

"I don't think so, he's been really nice to me and we've spent so much time together. I think this time would be different."

"Different because he actually likes you and wants to be committed, or different because you're pregnant with his first child and doesn't want their life to go downhill?" He raised his eyebrows.