DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

Lose The Attitude

Dylan is here... Why is he here?!

"Yeah... I met him on my way over here... He wasn't sure if you guys had moved or not..." Uncle Ryan states as he pats Dylan's shoulder.

He's here! Fuck!

I stand there as the thought goes through my head over and over again. This isn't good at all. My parents are in the dining room, so is our child and my fiancé. He needs to leave... Oh my god imagine what could happen!

My dad has been itching to lay Dylan on his ass for impregnating his little girl. My brother is just waiting on the right opportunity to show the skeletons in my closet and Roberto, how would he take it all? I'm royally fucked.

"Is your pops here?" Uncle Ryan asks knocking me out of my inner turmoil.

Clearing my throat, I attempt to put a smile on my face as I reply. "Yeah, the family is in the kitchen... C-Come in... Wait here... I'll tell them you're here."

I scurry away returning to the dining room quickly grabbing my mother evading questions thrown at me. I pull her into the kitchen throwing a 'We'll be right back'.

I release her as I start to freak out, my breaths coming out as pants.

This- pant - can't - pant - be - pant - happening!

"Honey, what's wrong?" my mother worriedly asks as she grabs a hold of my shoulders.

I try to say the words but my need for air causes them to die on my tongue. Mom's motherly senses seemed to have kicked in as she quickly makes me sit, placing my head between my legs. I blow out harsh breaths as my heartbeat starts to slow considerably. My mind clears and my calm returns.

Hearing the change in my breathing Mom kneels on the floor in front of my combing away strands of hair from my face with her fingers.

"What's wrong honey?" she asks calmly.

Gulping, I hold her arm for support as the words fall from my lips. "When I went to the door Uncle Ryan was there-"

"Well, why would that cause you to have a panic attack -?"

"He wasn't alone," I say and she looks at me confused. "D-Dylan was there with him... Mom, they're both in the hall."

Her eyes widen as her lips part and understanding finally dawns on her. She looks into my eyes and a look of disbelief crosses her face.

"Fuck," she whispers and my thoughts are confirmed... I'm royally fucked.

***

I sit in my chair uneasily, my eyes are glued to the meal before me as I feel his heavy gaze on me. This was not what I expected mom to do and I don't like it one bit.

"Indiana," my name slips off his lips in a sickly sweet way and my heart bleeds with each syllable. "Could you pass the salt?"

I look to the container to my left and slowly clench it in my hands. Taking the risk, I look up into those beautiful blue-green eyes. The ones that broke my heart so long ago.

Outstretching my arm, I hand him the salt and he grabs it with a smile as his fingers touched mine. He thanks me and I quickly pull my hand away with a nod of my head.

The room falls into an eerie silence once more and I mentally sign. The tension is so thick in here you could butcher it with a knife.

"So Cristiano," Roberto says from beside me and I tense. And it begins. "I wasn't aware you knew Indiana, basically family."