Their gaze doesn’t unlock which only makes me angrier.
“What!?” I ask, looking back at the bread and then up at my mom who now has tears brimming her eyes. “Could someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?!!”
“No…” Brad stutters quietly.
Mom nods her head excitedly, rubbing her stomach.
I stiffen, frozen in place. I swear, I can feel all the blood from my face drain as my eyes follow the motion of her hands.
Realization hits me like a train as the pun she created clicks into place in my mind.
That’s not a loaf of bread. That’s a fuckingbun.
No…
No, no, no
“You can’t be.” I stand up in a haste, knocking the table as I jump to my feet.
Mom rolls her eyes, sighing as her shoulders drop. “Noah,please.”
I look over at Brad who’s expression is still the same. Total and utter shock.
Yeah, well, fucking same.
“Did you fucking know?” I ask, not being able to stop myself.
“Of course not. We…we weren’t even trying…” Brad says quietly.
“I think the words you’re looking for, Noah, are ‘congratulations’.” She huffs.
My jaw tightens as I realize what this means. They’re having a fuckingbaby.
This isn’t just some wave in our plans. This is a massive fucking tsunami.
“It’s a miracle.” Veronica beams, rounding the table and throwing her arms around Brad’s neck. “A gift to bring usalltogether as afamily.”
This can’t be fucking happening.
She doesn’t deserve him. She can’t be…
Suddenly the air is too thick.
Everything's too loud. I can’t think straight. I’ve gotta go.
I grab my bag from the ground and make my way to the door.
Moments of our time together this weekend flash through my mind. The way he made me laugh. How he touched me. His mouth—all over my body. All of that just…gone!
“Noah, wait!” I hear Brad’s voice behind me.
“Don’t bother. It’s what he does. Making it about him like he always does.” Veronica complains, loud enough that I can hear her before I slam the door behind me.
I’m halfway to my car when Brad catches up.
“Noah! Jesus, wait. Please!” He grabs my wrist, dragging me out of the house’s eyeline and toward a tree. “Noah!”
“Brad,” I mock. “You’re having a fuckingbaby.” I spit.
