My Boyfriend Is A Geek ✔️

42: Gosh, am I really pregnant at eighteen?

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” came my weak reply. “I know – it's all so crazy.”

After our little hugging session from earlier, Hawk had invited me in. Of course, the Moose's had treated me as though I were their long lost relative or something.

Yeah, I was almost out of breath by the time Gina's hug was over. Jeff, on his part, didn't fail to mention how nice it was to see 'Cinnamon' again. That's right – the nickname stuck. 

Even Dove had been just as excited despite the fact that we kept in contact regularly. We always chatted over the phone, and we'd even hung out twice now. The first time was just us, but the second, however, was with my friends as well. Needless to say, Shay, Sunny and Beck had developed an instant liking for the youngest Moose.

Sunny even said Dove was a lot like Jessica, except she wasn't an 'aggravating little bitch.' Her words, not mine.

Despite her words, we knew Sunny adored that younger sister of hers, and honestly, so did the rest of us. But it was especially different for Sunny. With their parents constantly being away on their book tours and stuff, Sunny had grown to become something of a mini-mum to Jessica.

So, yeah, they all liked Dove – and the feeling was mutual. It was nice to see how she'd overcome her initial shyness, interacting freely with them soon after; laughing, joking and all.

Now, though, I returned my thoughts to the present, with me in Hawk's room, and he, sympathetic after listening to my narration of today's revelations. But it wasn't that kind of sympathy that made you feel like a pity case. This was rather comforting, reassuring even.

“So, what are you going to do now?” 

I offered a casual shrug in response, as though I hadn't also been wondering the same. “I honestly don't know. But what I know is that she's deceived me for years. She made me hate...” I trailed off, feeling a lump begin to form in my throat. “What she did to my dad and I was unforgivable.”

He gave an understanding nod at that. And a breath later, he was saying, “I get that you're mad at her – and rightfully so. It's fine to be mad at her for what she did, I won't ask you not to. But what I don't want is for you to end up hurting yourself in the process. I think you already know what that's like.”

I did. How could I not? I'd spent the past five years like that – hating my dad, hating myself for not being able to properly hate him, then hating him some more for making it so hard to loathe him.

Yeah, I knew what that was like. Just thinking back to it, left a sharp burning in my eyes, that made me stare away from the boy in front of me, blinking as I did.

“I'm a horrible daughter, aren't I? I chose to mistreat my dad so much through these years,” I chimed between sniffles.

“Hey, come here,” he urged, bringing me to rest on his shoulder, one hand patting soothingly at my back. He pulled away only to gently wipe at my tear-stained face.

“You're not a horrible daughter. You're incapable of being horrible in any way. Well, except for your lyrical skills – those are truly horrible.”

The last part earned him a nudge, leaving him to give an exaggerated cry. And despite myself, I couldn't help but chortle at his antics.

“Do you think your parents would want to adopt me? I could even get a job to help out with the extra expenses,” I offered lightly. “Maybe I could become a waitress. Since I'm already the high school slut, I just need to go blonde, and then try to seduce the bad boy on his date with the good girl.”