Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
MAC
A pounding noise coming from somewhere wakes me. I squint one eye open, then the other. “What is that?” I ask Wesley.
He sits up, turning on the side lamp and casting the room in soft light.
“Someone is at the front door.” He gets out of bed and puts on a pair of sweats, looking ready to murder whoever it is.
“What time is it?” I ask, unable to see the clock from my side of the bed.
“Six thirty.” He picks up a baseball bat from beside the bed on his way out of the room.
“Six thirty?” I repeat, shaking my head.
“You got my daughter pregnant!”
I shoot out of bed when I hear my mom’s voice shrieking.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this! I can’t believe I had to find out from Mackenzie’s father that you two are expecting my first grandchild!” she continues loudly as I stumble around.
Rummaging across the floor, I search for something to wear. Finding a pair of Wesley’s sweats and one of his long-sleeve shirts, I put both on quickly, then rush out into the living room.
Mom is standing there, looking like a madwoman. She has curlers in her hair, oversize glasses on the end of her nose, and she’s wearing a pink, fluffy bathrobe that has seen better days—those days being when my sisters and I bought it for her, when we were little.
“Mom, what the hell?” I blurt.
She looks at me. “You didn’t think to tell me that you’re pregnant with my grandchild?” She crosses her arms over her chest and hitches out one hip. She starts tapping her foot.
“We were waiting to tell everyone,” I say, feeling like I did when I was a kid and she would get mad at me for misbehaving.
“Wesley told your dad.” She points accusingly at Wesley, who is standing shirtless in the kitchen drinking a glass of water like he doesn’t have a care in the world, like this situation is normal and happens every day. “That is not you waiting to tell everyone.”
“I know.” I look at Wesley and narrow my eyes at him.
He shrugs as if to say, “What am I supposed to do?”
“This is all your fault,” I mouth.
He smiles back, mouthing, “Love you.”
“Where is Dad?” I ask Mom. I honestly expected him to follow her dramatic burst into the apartment.
“He’s in the car. He didn’t want to search for parking or double-park in case a cop drives by.” She waves off my question.
“You could have called. You didn’t have to come all the way into the city.”
I sigh and run a hand through my hair. Not that her coming into the city surprises me. I knew as soon as Wesley told me that he told my dad that it wouldn’t be long before my mom found out. I should have called her last night and told her the news myself. We could have avoided all this drama.
“And have you avoid my call? No way.” She shakes her head. “You and your sisters are going to be the death of me. First Fawn runs off and gets married on New Year’s in Vegas just to avoid planning a wedding. And now you don’t tell me that you’re pregnant, but your boyfriend tells your dad. And then Libby . . .”
“Libby?” I say, wondering what the hell Libby could have done.
“Yes, Libby bought a pizza restaurant. Did she tell me about it?” she asks, then shakes her head. “No, she told your dad and had him help her get the loan.”
I blink.
“Did you just say that Libby bought a pizza place?”
“I did.”
“Oh my god. She didn’t tell me,” I whisper. I knew that she had been working at Tony’s a lot lately, but I had no idea she was going to buy it. She never even mentioned it being for sale.
“Well, how does it feel?” Mom asks like a little kid saying neener, neener, neener.
I shake my head at her. It doesn’t feel good, but it’s not the same thing. Libby is my sister, not my mom. Then again, Libby did tell me that she was going to stop sharing things in her life because Fawn and I had been closed off about what was going on in our lives. We kinda deserved this, but that doesn’t change the fact that I will kick her ass for not telling me.
“Mom . . . ,” I say.
She looks at me.
“Wesley and I are pregnant. Right now, your grandchild is about nine weeks old and doing awesome,” I say.
She covers her mouth, and tears fill her eyes.
“Oh, Mom.” I go to her and wrap my arms around her shoulders. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t plan on telling anyone yet. They say you should wait until you are twelve weeks along,” I say.
Wesley makes a noise, so I look at him. “What?”