I tensed as I saw Gwen approaching, walking like she was on a runway, her hair blowing in the breeze and her hand placed ceremoniously on her stomach.
Nita saw her also and groaned. "Fuck!"
I excused myself from our group and walked to et her.
"Gwen, what the hell are you doing here? I don’t rember sending you an invitation." I hissed.
"I ca to celebrate too, Richard," she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "After all, I’m carrying a Nuro too."
A collective gasp chorused around the group. I didn’t even dare turn to face my family, I knew I would be crucified.
"Both of us should be treated equally. I will not stand by and watch while my child is treated like a dirty little secret."
My mother walked towards us, I closed my eyes and hoped to disappear.
"What did you say?" My mother asked.
"Hi, Mrs. Nuro." Gwen turned to my mother sweetly. "I’m so sorry I am doing this. I just can’t take it anymore."
"I don’t care for apologies. What do you an you are carrying a Nuro too?" My mum said dismissively.
Gwen pursed her lips in a frown, not liking being shunned. "I am pregnant; it’s Richard’s baby."
My mother stood tall, her shoulders squared. I knew that posture. I have known it my entire life. It ant I will protect my child first, but when we get in the house, I’m going to whoop the white out your ass.
"Who are you?"
Gwen gave an embarrassing smile. "Ma’am, you know . I am ex-Miss Universe. We t once before at the beginning of my contract with Nuro Jewelries."
"Ah... right. I tend to easily forget inconsequential people." She waved her hand dismissively before continuing. "I congratulate you on the baby, but don’t you think it’s stupid, selfish, and honestly lacking an iota of self-worth to crash soone else’s announcent just so you can be noticed..."
Gwen opened her mouth to speak, but my mother raised a finger to silence her. "You could have co to . I an, if it’s Richard’s baby, that makes the grandmother. Circumstances may not be ideal, but I would have welcod my grandchild. I would have thrown you a party; hell, I would give you the world. You chose drama! You chose to embarrass my family."
Damn, my mother was on a roll.
"This is what is going to happen. You’re going to leave right now, and we will invite you so other ti for a proper conversation."
"Yes, ma’am," Gwen said obediently.
"Oh, and one more thing: when the child is born. I am going to have a DNA test done. I’m sorry. It’s nothing personal; I just don’t trust attention huggers. If that child turns out not to be Richard’s," a wicked smile crept on my mother’s lips.
"You won’t have the opportunity to raise that child. Now run along."
Gwen was almost in tears when she eventually left, her tail between her legs. Her strides lacking the confidence she ca in with.
When I saw my mom in action, she was like the older version of Nita. I looked from my mum to my wife and smiled to myself. My mother trained her well.
My mother turned to everyone gathered. "I’d like everyone to leave now. I need to scream at my family."
Our friends started to say their goodbyes and left one after the other. I gave Nita an apologetic look; nothing seems to go right in our lives. Not even a party.
"I know that you love to embarrass , Richard." My mother began as soon as the last of the guests had left. "I know that you hate for what happened to your sister. But how could you do this?" Her voice broke, and I saw she genuinely wanted to cry.
"Mom..."
"I promised the Williams their daughter was in safe hands. I told them she would be happy; my son is a good boy. He hates , but he is a good boy. I said that to her father, standing right there." She pointed a shaky finger in Mr. Williams’s direction, who hadn’t said a word since all this drama began.
"Were you trying to get back at ? Why can’t you forgive ? I lost a daughter too."
"Mom..." I looked to my dad for help when he arrived at my mother’s side.
"Abby..." My dad began, reaching to hold her.
"Let go of !" she shouted. "You started all these. This has always been your fault!" She wiped her tears away with one hand and took staggered steps to Nita and her family.
"Mum, you have to stop." Nita urged my mother.
"God sent an angel in you. I am grateful." She turned to Mrs. Williams. "I am so sorry that I put your daughter through this."
"Abby, you need to calm down. Co, let’s take a seat." Nita’s mom helped her to the nearest seat.
"Mum." I pulled a seat so I could sit and look in her eyes. "This has nothing to do with Rachel, Mum. I don’t hate you; I love you, and I am grateful to have you. I love my wife. Yes, we struggled in the beginning, and I made mistakes after mistakes after mistakes. I am trying to fix those mistakes."
"You’re just like your father...He made a mistake, tried to cover it up with another mistake, and another one."
"Abby, what are you talking about?" My father stepped forward, confusion etched in his brows.
"You want to know why I was so against Rachel being with Damon? The one thing my own family hates for is what I did to protect my family! Damon is Sam’s uncle. The woman your father had an affair with is the sister of the man your sister wanted to marry." My mum announced casually, her gaze trained on her husband’s shocked face.
"Yes, Richard. I knew. I have always known!"
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