Why the hell did she not tell us?
Am I hallucinating?
“Holy shit, you’re pregnant.” The words are out of my mouth before I’ve realized what I am saying. And she’s not a little pregnant, we are talking about a full-on baby baking in that oven. She must be at least six months pregnant. An uneasy tension now fills the room. Shit! All eyes land on Isla and Sebastien.
“You’re pregnant?” Oscar asks angrily, taking a couple of steps toward his sister. Stacey tries to stop him, but I think that horse has bolted.
“You seriously thought you could disguise yourself in that hideous outfit?” I try to defuse the situation with humor. It was not received well. Everyone is frozen in shock, it’s like our eyes can see what is in front of us, but our brains aren’t computing. Finn looks the most shocked, with Oscar a close second.
“Sienna, Evan … congratulations,” Sebastien says, trying to change the subject as he hands them some flowers.
“Issy, are you pregnant?” Oscar asks, moving closer to her.
“Yes,” she whispers as a single tear falls down her cheek.
I can’t believe she just confirmed it. Here I thought Axel and Olivia were going to be the next to add to the Dirty Texas brood, I never thought in my life it would be Isla. Who the hell is the baby daddy? Must be Sebastien’s, that’s why they have shown up together looking all lovey-dovey. Oh, this has to be devastating for Finn, and when I look over to where he is standing in the corner, he looks devastated.
“Excuse me.” Finn suddenly bolts from the room.
Isla looks torn as she watches him leave. Everyone else is confused because things just got messed up.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Oscar asks, sounding more hurt and confused than angry, which is good because now is not the time for the Viking to lose his shit.
“Because …” Isla pauses for a moment to catch her breath. “Because I was ashamed. It was a one-night stand. A mistake.”
Why would she say that if Seb’s the father? He’s standing right there. My brows pull together as I look between Sebastien and Isla, but what I see is protectiveness from Seb, not hurt that she called their pregnancy a mistake. Wait. Unless he isn’t the father. Fuck. Little Ragnar, what the hell have you been doing in Spain? She looks six months pregnant, so when would that have been? I calculate back and still as the realization hits me. Did she get knocked up at Vanessa and Christian’s wedding? Having gone through this with Sienna in Paris when she found out she was pregnant with Ryder, I learned that it goes from when you had your last period, not conception, and that’s why I think she got knocked up at the wedding. Fuck. It’s Finn’s baby. She told me they hooked up because Finn finally confessed his secret. Oh my god! No one else knows they hooked up. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“I’m still your brother,” Oscar tells her.
“I know, I just …”
“Do Mom and Dad know?” Oscar continues to question her. Isla shakes her head. “So, you have kept this from all of us for what, the past four or five months?”
No shit. She’s kept it from all of us because your bestie knocked up your little sister, and my poor little princess probably didn’t know what to do, she was far from home. If Sebastien didn’t get this TV show, would she ever have told us that she was having a baby? Was she just going to pop it out in Spain and never tell us?What the hell was your game plan, Isla?
“It was easier.”
“Easier for who?”
Isla is crying now. “It was a shock. It wasn’t planned … I …”
“Were you ever going to tell us? Or would you have turned up one day saying, ‘Oh, by the way, Oscar, here is your niece or nephew?’”
“Nephew, it’s a boy,” Isla quickly adds.
Oh shit. She even knows what she is having. I feel bad that she’s going through all this by herself. We should have been there to share in her excitement, just like we all were for Sienna and Vanessa. This is not how you’re supposed to start the happiest moment of your life.
“You’re having a boy?” Oscar asks. Isla bursts out crying, unable to control her emotions any longer. “Shit, Issy.” Her brother comforts her.
“I’m sorry, I am so sorry I didn’t tell you.”
Oscar reassures her. “Shh, it’s going to be okay. You’re home, and it’s going to be all okay.”
“I’m not staying. My life is in Europe, not here.”
“What? Are you seriously going back to Europe when you’re about to pop out a child?” Oscar asks angrily.
“I’ve hit five months, Oscar. I’m only halfway,” Isla states.
