Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 1894

Sixteen years of age...

Thirteen weeks later...

Celeste rang me up and was crying over the phone asking me to meet her at our special spot down by the lake. I got here twenty minutes early not wanting my love to show up and have to wait for my arrival when she is already feeling down and out. I pace the path covered in leaves anticipating what the cause is for her sudden outburst of cries. When I see the girl I love hurt it drives me wild wanting to cause bodily harm to some unlucky Bastardo. 

"GIO!" She calls out running into my open arms.

"Baby, what's the matter?" I hold her tight breathing in her sun-kissed hair. 

" I'm sorry., I'm so sorry." Tears were streaming down her beautiful face. 

"Va bene baby- It's okay baby." I try to soothe her.  

" I got sick from the mussel chowder and I didn't know... I didn't know." She breaks down.

"Baby, What are you trying to tell me. I don't understand." I feel hopeless not knowing what she is talking about. 

She reaches into her pocket and produces a folded piece of paper. I take it from her trembling fingers and open it. Shock slams into me like a tidal wave and I stumble back.

Fancùlo - Fuck

She's pregnant!

I look at her through hooded eyes.

What am I to say to her?

How do I react?

I pull her in and kiss the top of her head. 

"We will grow to love our baby." I finally say to her.

Because it is the truth. 

"How Gio? We are only kids ourselves. I didn't know, me being sick would stop the birth control from working." She looks at me through her tears. 

"Ssshhh... We got this baby. We got this." Fear strikes me across the chest. 

I can go to jail for statutory rape, leaving my new family behind is out of the question. I need to tell my parents. I need to man up and take responsibility for my actions. No matter the price.

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We're sitting at the dinner table finishing our meals. I look at my mama then at papa. Sweat beads my head and my nerves are a wreck.

I take a deep breath.

"Mama, Papa," I announce keeping my voice as firm as I can. "We need to talk." My eyes switch between them. 

"Gio, Is everything okay?" Mama asks.

"There's no easy way to say it and I'm not gonna sugar coat it."

I take another deep breath.

"You're going to be grandparents," I announce.

My mama drops her silver utensils against her plate making a loud clinking sound. 

My papa stared daggers at me and Luca sat there laughing like a Hyena. 

Lil turds gonna cry in his dreams tonight.

I thought to myself. 

"Giovanni Alberto Venturi." My father bellowed trying his best to keep himself plastered to his seat. "This better be a joke." His lips thinned.