Honoured with love novel Chapter 3

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.