Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 298

There are two lines on the pregnancy test.

A quick glance at the little key to the side of the screen confirms what I already know.

Pregnant.

I’m pregnant.

I feel everything drain from me in this moment – like all color, all life, all breath and joy floods from me as I stare at the little stick in my hands.

“Shit,” I hear Jerome say, watching my response.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Daniel hisses, turning away for a split second, his shoulders tense. I raise my eyes to watch him, to look between him and Jerome, desperate for…

For any solution.

For anything at all, now that my world has turned upside down.

Jerome’s eyes are on me. “It’s okay, Fay,” he says, coming forward to me slowly with his hands out, like he’s approaching a startled horse. And as I see the sympathy and the worry in his face, I feel myself start to tremble, feel my eyes start to fill with tears as my hands clutch around the test.

Pregnant!

I gasp in a sudden breath, all of my emotions and thoughts and panic snapping back into place as my mind starts to whirl, frantic for a plan, for a solution –

“Oh my god,” I murmur, leaning back against the sink and staring down again at the test. “What are we going to d-“

But I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence.

Because we all go silent and perfectly still as we turn as one towards the bedroom door.

Which Daniel didn’t lock behind him.

And which now, quite slowly, is pressing open.

“Shit shit shit,” Jerome starts to say, his whole body going rigid.

“Why are you here,” he asks, lifting his chin towards Jerome, ignoring me for the moment, though his eyes flick to me once, taking in my rigid form, my trembling muscles.

“I –“ Jerome says, coming up with nothing. And I don’t blame him, under the Mafia King’s heavy gaze. “I’m just…”

“You’re just what,” Kent asks, taking a step forward towards him.

“Um,” Jerome says, not looking at Kent, his eyes moving fast around the room as if looking for some sort of explanation. And then they land on something on the floor that makes him go pale.

My eyes follow his only a second before Kent’s do. And my blood freezes again when I realize that it’s…it’s the box that the pregnancy test came in. Frowning, Kent steps forward, trying to get a better look, but Daniel takes a frantic step in his way.

“Stop,” Daniel says, putting one hand on Kent’s chest.

Kent swipes the hand away and keeps moving, but Daniel shouts this time, telling his dad to stop, putting his palm again flat on Kent’s chest and shoving him back, keeping his other hand with the pregnancy test twisted behind his back.

Kent snarls at his son, glaring at the deliberate opposition, but then he notices that Daniel is only using one hand to stop him. His eyes move swiftly to Daniel’s elbow, to where his arm disappears behind him.