So one night we were all quietly eating, the only sound being the forks and knives clattering on the plate. I turned to look at Michelle who smiled at me to egg me on. I sighed, then turning to face my parents, “So…” I began, “So…have any specific names you guys like?” My dad dropped his fork from his mouth with a loud clatter, “Name for what?”
“For….” I couldn’t say the words,”For…for….” Michelle had to literally hit my back to get me to spit the words, “my baby,” out. “WHAT?!” My father roared. “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME ?!”
“I’m…I’m pregnant daddy.”
“DO YOU HEAR HER BRITTANY ? DO YOU ?!” He turned to my mom, face turning so red that I was fearing his health at the time. “Well dear, it can be easily fixed, you know that. With the technology nowadays…”
“BUT DON ’T YOU HEAR ?! OUR THIRTEEN YEAR DAUGHTER IS PREGNANT .”
“And you need to be understandable. Can’t you see you are making her upset?” It was too late for him to apologize. I already had to deal with enough shit, so the tears soon came.