Not Another Teen Pregnancy Story

Chapter Sixteen: Daddy

Daniel and I were in the car, going to my house after school. My dad had met Daniel and actually liked Daniel. My dad hadn't liked any of my other boyfriends, (if you could call them that) and with good reasons. Most of the guys I had gone out with were whoever was most popular at the time. 

"I think tonight I'm going to tell him. After you leave, I'll break it to him." I was mostly talking to myself to hear how it sounded. Daniel had a somewhat scared look on his face: he thought that he and his mom should be there when I tell my dad. I know my dad and I know he would prefer it to be just me and him. I mean after all that's how it has always been anyways.

Daniel opened his mouth to say something, but shut it. "I just think--

"I know what you think and I respect that, but I know my dad." He rolled his eyes at that while pulling into my driveway. "How about I call you right after I do it and tell you everything? Mmkay?" Lately I had been compromising a lot. I wasn't used to it, and yet I was good at it.

He sighed. "Okay yeah that'd be good." School was hitting me hard. I had three subjects of homework and the rest I had to study for because there was some test or quiz or something another. It was hard to keep track of everything I had to do. Especially, with all the doctor appointments and pills I was taking. That, and all the meals I had to eat. I pretty much had to eat whenever I was hungry, even if I had just ate an hour ago.

Yeah okay.

It had only been a week since my last doctor appointment when I got the ultrasound, and I had already gained three pounds, which everyone was excited about. My dad had even noticed, and asked if it had something to do with quitting cheer leading. He was kind of a douche about it, offering to pay for a personal coach or something. Dad, I'm not fat I'm pregnant. 

I should have told him then, while we were sipping orange juice at the country club, while people in uniforms served us our brunch. Yeah, that would have went over just great.

"You know at least I'm a D cup now." I told him randomly. He raised an eyebrow as I unlocked my front door. My dad wasn't home yet, hence why I was speaking so freely about my breast.

"Oh, your boobs." Rolling my eyes I nodded. "So how are you going to tell your dad?" I mused this over, while grabbing some cheese and an apple from the fridge. 

"Honestly? I'm not sure. I was just going to wing it and hope it came out all right." I shrugged. I didn't need a plan to talk to my dad. I checked the time from the clock on the wall behind Daniel, and saw that in three short hours my dad would pull into the driveway, set his briefcase and trench coat down, pour a glass of Bourbon, and another, and then sit in front of the TV and I would tell him all about my dad. Then it would be his turn, and we would vent about the worlds atrocities. 

"You don't think you should have a game plan?" I sighed. Daniel was a football player, and therefore everything was a game to him. I was a cheer leader, so everything was about appearances. That's just the way our brains were wired.

"I'm not going to play football against my dad." He raised an eyebrow, not following. "Never mind you don't-- I'm just going to talk to him. Like I always do: just talk." He went to say something, but I interrupted him. "I don't really want to talk about it anymore. Let's just do homework." He nodded in agreement and we started on calculus.

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It was a couple hours later when my dad finally decided to show up. I was only bitter because the baby had been kicking a lot today, and because I was hungry. Really hungry. Daniel had left only minutes before my dad had pulled in the driveway. It was perfect timing too because American's Next Top Model was showing repeats all night.