Chapter 22:

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"Wow so you're telling me you went to pick up Jen and he yelled that so the who school knows ." "Yeah..." I said looking down ashamed of myself. Why did he have to be so hot? Why did I have to be a horny mess and forget to remind him to wear a fucking condom!

"Hey don't get yourself down. I shouldn't have asked you. But whatever happens in the end I'm sure you'll be a great mom." Smith said patting my shoulder. I looked up at him and gave a smile the best I could muster up. Which was a sad one.

Why did it hurt so much to hear, "what ever happens in the end" I mean yeah I'll probably be the only parent of my little baby but when other people say it or out it like that it kind of hurts.

"Where's my favorite niece!" I heard a girly shrill. "Get ready for the one and only bitchy Daisy." And right on que my twenty year old aunt came bursting into the room.

"Wow you've grown. Look at you you're no longer fatty Alex anymore." She said smirking. And did I mention she's twenty? It's kind of weird to have an aunt only three years older than you me. Yeah my Grandma slept around. "Alright you see her now leave out of my room!" Smith said shoving her out of the room. It's weird because you wouldn't suspect her to be his aunt, more like sister. They've lived together for their whole lives.

"Alright well I guess everyone knows I'm here so I might as well head downstairs." I said getting up and opening the door. I stepped down the stair case and saw all my cousins, uncles, and aunts down stairs.

"Alex!" Everyone cheered embracing me with all their love and "look you're not fat anymore." You know? The usual.

"So when you going to spill the beans about you and your infant child growing inside you?" Grandma Ted said from behind me.

"Soon. When we're all settled and eating dinner." "You sure do love to ruin dinner. First at your Moms place. Uncle Ronny is so gonna love this." Grandma said snacking behind me. "When you have a whole house full of the Cleveland's you don't just have a meal. You have a fucking feast. As always we make a line for Grandma to serve us. Before it used to be youngest to oldest. But now I see it's changed. It's whoever gets in line first. I was close to get my food and close to tell everyone about my news.

I am so not ready.

AN: hey lovely readers I'm going to try to get back on track and write weekly. Anywho....

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