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This is the first time Oakley said it out loud, and my heart gallops in my chest. I'm having a baby with the most beautiful person inside and out.
“Fuck me…” John trails off and sinks into the nearest chair.
I smile at Oakley and kneel in front of her, pulling her tummy toward me. I press a gentle kiss to her stomach before I meet her blue-eyed gaze. "I'm going to take such good care of the two of you."
A tear slips down her cheek, and she threads her hands into my hair. "I love you, Levi. I'm sorry I didn't tell you right away. I didn't know if you…"
“You’ll be almost sixty when the kid graduates. Goddamn, this is so fucked up. His friends are going to call you gramps.” John’s snide comment washes over me. None of this matters only Oakley matters.
Oakley giggles. “Maybe it’s a girl.”
I stand up and pull her into my arms before giving her a kiss; nothing too heated just a tender brush of lips when John tugs me back on my collar again.
"That's it. Get the fuck out Levi, or I'll throw you out myself!" J
ohn shouts, and this time I have a feeling he's not just threatening.
18
Oakley
I don't want Levi to leave. I want to be with him. I want to talk to him about the baby and our plans for the future, but it's clear my father is not letting him stay in this house for another second. I don't want to be alone with my parents and their disappointment right now.
“I’m not leaving without her, John. I’m not letting you take this out on her,” Levi tells my father with squared shoulders, his hand around my shoulders.
"What's going on?" Vayda's voice from behind me scares the living shit out of me. I actually jump on the spot before I turn around and meet her confused gaze. "I heard a lot of shouting, and I couldn't find dad, so I came over to see what was going on?"
Levi stiffens beside me, but he doesn't let go of my shoulders. "Hey, honey," he says, and I can hear the pain his voice.
"Oh, Vayda! Welcome to the Saturday morning special on our block this morning. In today's news is how your fuck of father knocked up my daughter and now claims to love her." My father's mocking delivery of what's going on makes Vayda's eyes widen before they narrow and turn to Levi and me.
“Dad? What the hell is he talking about?” Vayda asks, carefully
I give Vayda a pleading look, knowing that this will change everything between us.
"Vayda honey, it's true. I'm in love with Oakley. We've been seeing each other for six months, and it's time we came clean."
Vayda’s eyes harden before the turn to me. “Is this true? Are you fucking my father?”
I cringe at her harsh words and shake my head in apology. "Vayda, I'm sorry. It just happened. We didn't plan for this, and we didn't want to hurt anyone. We tried to stop…"
Vayda laughs sarcastically. “My dad is the new guy you’re in love with? Fuck Oakley! You even told me about him.” Vayda throws her hands in the air and shakes her head. “This is fucking ridiculous.”
"Vayda, calm down honey. This isn't anyone's fault. It happened, and we love each other," Levi says reaching for her, but she flinches back from his grasp.
“This is your fault. Both of you. You could’ve said no, you could’ve ignored whatever fucked up feelings you had, so yes—this is your fault.”
I feel tears well in my eyes even as my hand stills over my unborn baby. "This is no one's fault, and if you're saying that my baby is a mistake, then you never were the friend I thought you were," I declare, feeling overwhelmed.
As the words tumble from my mouth, I wonder where they came from. Suddenly I understand the "job description" my mother mentioned. My job was to protect this baby, and I wasn't going to let anyone insult its existence in my presence.
"Well excuse me from being slightly shocked by the sudden news that my best friend is pregnant with my sibling," Vayda shoots back.
I look into her eyes, and I see nothing of the friend I have loved for so many years. The only person I see is a stranger that hates me. I chew on my bottom lip, I've cried enough for one morning, and I'm still fighting off nausea. "I'm sorry…" I finally say, inspecting my shoes. I can't see the hatred in her eyes for another second.
“Whatever,” Vayda mutters before rushing out.
For a moment the four of us exchange glances, the silence is so thick in the air you can cut it with a blunt scissor until my mother finally speaks. “Oakley, dear. You should rest and calm down. Stress isn’t good for the baby.”
