My Baby Daddy (AMBW)

Grandma and Grandpa

I finally reach my parents house to see that they had guests over. Not just any guests, but the Tuan family.

"Mama! What were you thinking? They don't know I'm pregnant," I whine as I pulled her into the kitchen. She rolled her eyes and put her hands up in defenese. "I know, but they deserve to know that they have a grandson!" She shot back. I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I guess you're right," I mumble whilst rolling my neck. My mother smiles and takes my hand. "Don't worry, hun" She starts. "They'll be excited about having a new family member." I gave her a weak smile as she led me to the living room.

Upon arriving, Papa Tuan's eyes instatly met mine. "Freya! It's good to see yo-" He stopped once he saw my baby bump. Mama Tuan turned in her seat and gasped at the sight of me. I stood awkwardly, until my father cleared his throat. "Freya would like to tell you both something. Sweetie," He said nodding in my direction. I wiped my sweaty palms on the sides of my sundress and cleared my throat. "Mr and Mrs.Tuan, I am eight months pregnant with Mark's son." I say calmly.

Mama Tuan stood from her seat and walked towards me. I looked down, ashamed that I let this happen and didn't have the guts to tell her sooner. She lifted my face up and smiled. "When did you stop callig me 'Mama', huh?" She questioned as she pulled me into a hug. I wrap my arms around her smaller frame as Papa Tuan stands to join the hug as well. "Goodness I am getting old! Already a grandmother!" Mama Tuan joked as we all pulled away.

"Does Mark know?" Papa asked. I could only nod and frown. Papa scoffed and furrowed his brows. "I can't believe him! He knew you were pregnant, yet he left for Korea without you. When his plane lands-" "Wait, Mark is coming back?" I question out of pure shock. Mama tsked and nodded her head before checking her watch. "Speaking of which, we should head to the airport." She thought aloud. She and Papa both said goodbye and left to fetch Mark.

As the front door closed, I spun on my heels and looked at my parents. "I swear, we didn't know that he was coming!" My father called out as if he know what I was going to say. I felt like crying, screaming, and throwing a chair through the window. How the hell could he just come back like this? Did he want to piss me off or did he just not care? I grew nauseous and sat down. "Are you okay?" My mother asked. I shook my head as I felt something creep up the back of my throat.

My father rushed to my side as I threw up onto the living room floor. Tears fell from my eyes and he held me and rocked me from side to side. "It's ok, daddy's here." He whispered causing me to cry harder. My son would never get to hear that, and if he did, would he accept it? Would he get upset, because his father wasn't there, kinda like I did in the beginning? I wipe my face and look at my dad. "I love you, daddy. I am so sorry, don't  leave again because of me." I cry into his arms as he continued to reassure me, and comfort me.