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“This doesn’t concern you. Once he’s done with you, once he’s tired playing daddy to someone else’s kids, he’ll be back in my bed.”
“Oh, I highly doubt that, seeing as Nathan is going to be a father to his own child in about eight months.”
I spin around. The look on her face is one of anxiousness. She bites her lip when her nerves get the best of her from my lack of response. “I’m going to be a father?” She nods slowly.
“I don’t fucking believe it. You’ve got to be kidding me.” Diane yells. The sound of her voice grates on my nerves.
“I don’t give a shit what you believe. You mean nothing to my husband or me. You’re a pathetic excuse for a woman, Diane. You’re so screwed up in the head you actually think with Nathan treating you the way he does, you still have a chance with him, with my husband.”
“Laney, my God, what is going on in here? We can hear the yelling from the patio. People are going to talk if you keep this up.” I turn around and see Vivian standing in the center of the crowd made up of my father, Natalie, Brad, Stella and Troy.
“We’ll be right out. I was just coming in to get Nathan. It seems that he was being held up by an unwanted distraction.” Laney says.
Diane looks at my father. “Joseph," she says. “She’s pregnant. She thinks she’s going to have Nathan’s child, and that he’d want it. Can you believe that?” My father's lips are pressed in a hard, thin line.
“It’s true. Laney’s pregnant. I examined her myself. She’s carrying Nathan’s baby.” Stella speaks up.
“Laney, what is she talking about? She can’t be serious.” Vivian looks like she might pass out.
“Yes, it’s true. I’m going to have a baby.”
“Why would you allow this to happen? You’re barely married. Have you not learned anything from your past? I did not raise you to make such colossal mistakes.”
“Vivian, this is none of your concern. We don’t need your input or your nasty remarks. My wife is going to have our baby.” I look into Laney’s eyes; fear resides in the pools of her green eyes.
“Alright, everyone get outside. Diane, you need to leave my house, now. You aren’t wanted here. You’re not family, nor will you ever be. Father, I don’t want to hear any objections. This is not about you or her; it’s about two six-year-olds out there who want to open their gifts. If you have a problem with that, then you can follow that piece of trash out of my house and never look back.”
I watch as Natalie gets everyone out of the house. The reality of the situation hits me full force, and I drop to my knees in front of my wife and unborn child.
