Shannen's POV
It's been a month since my last check up. Harry and I have been seeing each other through skype. And to tell you franckly, I miss him even more every single day. It would be lovely to visit him or him visiting me.
And then it hit me. The greatest idea just hit me.
What if I'll just get him through my parents' private jet. I've never thought of that, stupid me.
I then began running down the house. I cannot tell you how excited I feel.
As I was near the bottom, I noticed Trever sitting down the couch. I got puzzled, why was he here. Then at the corner of my eye, I saw father approaching me.
"Ah, Shannen, my daughter, come", he said gesturing me to sit beside Trever.
I still couldn't stand Trever, so I sat at the edge of the couch, leaving a massive space between us.
Father then cleared his thoughts.
"Trever any idea why you're here?", father asked while fixing his tie.
Trever just shake his head. Father then looked at me.
"Since my daughter, Shannen is pregnant with your baby.", father paused as he tensed a little.
I glared at Trever as he was looking at the floor. How could he just look at the damn floor. Why would he not protest him or correct him that he is not the father of my child.
"And since my condition is very poor. I and your parents have decided that the two of you should wed after the birth of your baby.", he said and smiled. A forced one.
Trever looked up with shock on his face. He then looked at me. I just gave him a blank expression.
" But sir, Shannen and I aren't in love", Trever said.
"I second the motion", I said while walking away.
"Not so fast.", he said as he pulled me back.
"You two will learn how to love each other after the wedding.", he said .
Trever was about to protest when father spoke.
" And that's final", he said and walked away.
I glared at Trever and yelled.
"This is all your fault!", I screamed and ran away. Leaving him in shock.
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I heared mum's car from my room. She's home. I instantly ran outside my room. I approached mum and hugged her, she got a bit confused. Father was somewhere in his office doing his things.
I was going to ask mum about borrowing the private jet to go see Harry.
I helped her carry the groceries she was carrying. We were the only ones in the kitchen. So I gain the courage and ask her.
"Mum, can I borrow the jet to see Harry?", I asked while fiddling my fingers.
It was silent for a couple of minutes. And I was thinking to myself that this will not end well, I hope not.
"Okay, sure. Just ask your father.", she said while washing the vegetables.
"Mum you know father will never let me go and see Harry. Plus you're the only one I asked because I know you would agree.", I whined.
