Rowan: Queen of Chav's

Ew!, I just realised... (Thirty-Eight)

Rowan PoV

I turned around after slamming the door in Megan's face, and I started doing my coursework with my cup of tea on the kitchen counter, Papa then walked over to wear I had sat, because I apparently my mood seemed off to him or something, (Papa's gay Dad powers were at it again), (yes Papa's powers are called gay Dad powers).

"Hey what happened at the door Poppet?"
"Megan is what fucking happened"
"What did she want?"
"To tell us that Dickhead the homophobic has knocked her up and shit"
"Oh shit, the poor kid"
"Oh, and apparently she helped raise me according to her memory"
"Oh my God she's fucking delusional"
"Tell me about it Papa"

A realisation then hit me like a ton of bricks, (because apparently my brain likes to give me fucking whiplash through thoughts), and then I felt so fucking gross.

"Ew!"
"What's the matter Sweetie?"
"I just realised that Dad and I now going to share a fucking sibling"
"That was not a sentence that I thought I would hear in my life"
"Me neither but apparently somebody up there doesn't like us"
"(Snorts), we're all bloody atheists Poppet"
"Exactly, which would be why they'd take a serious disliking to us if there were actually other entities"

Papa at this point was wetting himself, because apparently I'm fucking hilarious, even though I felt like I was spitting potential truth, (that was not necessarily the case), but then Dad walked through the front door, looking weirded out, though not by Papa and I.

"Dad, did she tell you?"
"Yeah, she told me, and now I feel weird"
"Well prepare to feel even weirder, because my brain is fucking weird-"
"Hey!, don't say that!"
"Dad, trust me on this one, it's weird, you and I will now share a sibling"
"Bambina!, why did your brain do that?!"
"I don't fucking know, though maybe it likes to give me whiplash through my thoughts"
"(Snorts), for fuck's sake, only you would word it that way"

I then popped the kettle on for Dad's tea, because I was nice sometimes, and when I finished making the tea, I brought it to Dad, Papa was on the phone to someone, I didn't know who.

"Thank you Baby"
"You're welcome"
"Are you feeling ok?"
"No"
"Why's that Buba?"
"Because the bullshit that Megan spouted"
"What did she say this time?"
"It doesn't matter Dad, because it's not true"

It wasn't that it didn't matter, it was that I didn't want Dad to get hurt by what Megan said, which could sound ridiculous, but I thought that I was sparing Dad, (though I was not actually sparing him so...).

"Baby, was it about me?"
"Well, yes and no"
"Ok, you know that I can handle any insults that she throws at me, right?"
"I know that"
"Then why won't you tell me what she said?"
"Because it wasn't just an insult Dad, it was a fucking lie"
"Baby-"
"She had the audacity to say that she helped raise me, and she totally disregarded the fact that she wasn't even in my life for the first 5 years and it pisses me off, not because she wasn't a good Mum and is denying that, I can get over that little fact, no it's the fact that she's totally not acknowledging that she left you with a baby that she said she wanted but that she totally didn't want and by saying that she helped raise me, she's totally disrespecting that you raised me by yourself for 7 fucking years!"

I knew that I was angry at Megan, like that was pretty fucking obvious, but I didn't really know quite how angry I was with her until I actually explained why I was angry to Dad, Dad then gave me a hug as I had started to cry.

"Ok, it's ok Sweetheart-"
"It's not ok Dad!, it's absolutely not ok for her to fucking say that!-"
"Baby I know-"
"Then why did you say that it's ok?!"
"Because nobody believes her when she says that Sweetheart, (kisses forehead)"
"That doesn't make it ok Dad-"
"I also know when that when it comes to the child being born, they'll both walk as neither one of them knows how to take care of a baby, as they both have abandoned babies at birth"

I was slightly confused about the last bit, because at the time I had thought that Dad's dad had been a yo-yo parent.

"I thought dickhead the homophobic had yo-yoed in and out of your life?"
"I'm not talking about me Baby, he has another son in Liverpool that he never saw growing up"
"How do you know about him?"
"Well he came down here for Nana's funeral and introduced himself to us"