The Love Shack (Camren G!P)

Chapter 8

Flashback : Cabello parents

I’ve been dragging my feet on telling my parents about the baby. At first I kept it to myself because I wasn’t sure if I was going to keep it, but now that I’ve decided, I feel like I should tell them. I think letting them get used to that first is a good idea. I’ll hold off on introducing them to Lauren for the meantime.

No doubt Dad will initially flip out because that’s what he does, but he’s come to realize I’m going to do what I want anyway. Hell, he might actually shock me and be happy about this. I’m a college graduate and this is forcing me to quit working at the club. You know… make me ‘get my shit together.’

So I decide to go to my parents’ house on Sunday for dinner. I’ve only had to deal with morning sickness a few times. I’m more tired than anything these days. For the last week or so I’ve been going to bed as early as possible and I still need a nap. I almost fell asleep on my date.

After dinner I decide it’s time to bite the bullet and tell my parents they’re going to be grandparents. Dad’s got his hockey game on and Mom has her crochet stuff out. I can smell the brownies baking in the oven back in the kitchen.

When the game goes to commercial I say, “So there’s something I need to tell you both.”

Dad immediately grumbles, “This never ends well.”

“Oh Alejandro, hush,” Mom chuckles. “What is it, Camila?”

“Well… I’m pregnant,” I blurt out. I’m not going to try and get cute.

Mom gasps and covers her mouth. I can already see tears pooling in her eyes. She’s ready to be a grandma.

“I need a drink,” Dad sighs and drops his head back. “How far along?”

“About ten weeks,” I tell them.

“Oh honey,” Mom gets up to give me a hug and feel my stomach, even though it’s still flat. It is firmer though.

Dad gets up and goes to the kitchen. He comes back a moment later with a tumbler of something brown.

“I didn’t realize you were seeing anyone,” he comments and takes a sip.

“I wasn’t. I just got lucky,” I say without thinking of the double entendre.

“Not funny, Camila. What do you mean wasn’t? And is this schlup taking responsibility for his actions?” Dad takes another drink.

“Her. I mean we’re talking and taking things a step at a time. Her name is Lauren, she’s twenty four, she works in real estate and she’s unmarried with no other kids,” I say. I’m sure Dad’s thinking the worst because of his cynicism, but he’ll come around. He always does.

“Do we get to meet her?” Mom asks.

“Of course. I just thought it would be better if I tell you myself,” I explain.

“My idea of taking things one step at a time doesn’t start with getting knocked up, Camila. I want to meet this kid, soon.”

“Dad, she’s not a kid” I laugh. “And she’s been very supportive and committed to being part of the baby’s life. She’s coming to my appointment on Thursday.”

“She better be,” Dad grumbles. “Give me some time, Camila.”

I go give my dad a hug and whisper, “You’re going to be a great grandfather to this kid, Dad.”