The Third Sugg

Chapter Four

I don't really know what to say.

"Zoe, do you know who..you know. The father is?"

She stays silent for a minute before looking up.

"I.." She begins, looking down awkwardly.

"It's ..urm..Alfie."

A million emotions suddenly rush through my head, leaving me feel dizzy.

Zoe starts crying again, this time with her head in her hands.

"What am I going to do?" She keeps on asking me.

"Ok. Are you positive? The test may be wrong." I say, even though we both know that pregnancy tests are almost never wrong.

"Yes. I did two."

"Ok. Book a doctor's appointment for tomorrow and right now we'll both go downstairs and tell Dad and Joe."

I pull Zoe downstairs and we walk into the living room together, where they are both watching football. Typical lads.

"Um..I have something to tell you.. basically.. I'm uhm..pregnant and I think it's Alfie's baby."

Both Dad and Joe look up at Zoe in shock, their mouths '0' shapes.

"What?" Dad manages to get out, looking stunned.

"It's Alfie's baby." She repeats again, this time more confident.

Joe still hasn't said anything.

I sit down next to him on the sofa.

A utterly bizarre thing then happens. We have an awkward silence. Never in the several years of being on this planet have our family had an awkward silence. Ever.

Joe gets up and walks out of the room, slamming the door and all the doors he can find like a moody teenager.

"Zoe, why weren't you more careful?" Dad asks, a look of disappointment on his face.

"I was drunk. I'm sorry. I'm 23, we both know I can cope with a baby."

Zoe starts sobbing and Dad pulls her into one of his infamous daddy Sugg hugs.

"Have you told Alfie yet?" Dad asks, patting Zoe on her back. 

"No.. I'll text him and ask him to come over now."