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Holy shit, I wish I could have alcohol right now. I need it in order to deal with this.

Anton growls at me, he is angry. Technically, he has a reason to be angry, well, he would have a reason if I had actually told my father and then purposely kept this from him. I was only trying to sort this all out in my head. I can't tell what my father is getting out of this, if he is just doing this for shits and giggles, and he's actually trying to get the deal to be broken.

“Why would you tell your father if you haven't told me?” Anton asks angrily. I can see his face turning those shades of red and purple that it does when he is furious. But he is aiming it at the wrong person.

“I didn't tell my father anything,” I snap back at him. I want to make it clear who is at fault here. “He clearly dug for information and found out himself.”

I start to push around my food. I don't think I could eat dessert. Sergei's dish comes out, and he starts eating, slurping up ice cream from on top of a chocolate brownie. Honestly, this is the most awkward meal I think I've ever had, especially on a date. Anton won't say a word, so I can't tell if he believes me or if he's mad at us both. Sergei has this permanent smile on his face as if he is watching a soap opera from the comforts of his own couch. Have I mentioned that I'm starting to hate this man? Fathers don't act this way.

“So, maybe this is not the right time to ask, but I am wondering since we found out that you are pregnant if the wedding is still going to happen in a few weeks.”

My instant answer is a no. To get married while I might have a pregnant belly is not what I see as the perfect day. And I don’t want to throw up on the groom. But at the same time, Anton’s voice rings loud and clear.

"Yes," Anton answers. With the way he is, I know that this has to be the answer for both of us, to talk about it later. No, I just want to get out of here.

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