“How far along?” he asked, ecstatic.
“Two and a half months.”
He faltered. “Two and a half months? Why haven’t you told me sooner?”
“I only found out a month ago. I saw less and less of you until you just stopped coming out. We’ve not had a moment alone for a month.”
“I’m sorry. Have you told Ripper?”
“Not yet. I wanted us to tell him together. We can tell him in the morning.”
“Why not now?”
“He’s in the second living room with Twilight.”
“Oh is he now?”
“Like father, like son.”
He pushed me away, getting annoyed. “I’m serious. What are we going to do if she ends up pregnant?”
“We’ll help her as much or as little as she wants and we’ll welcome her and her child into the family,” I said simply.
“What are you going to do if Ripper doesn’t want to marry her?”
“Don’t you think I’ve thought about that?! You haven’t said even one
word to your son in a month! How much do you care about him and his
future?! You already know what you want him to do! Will he have a choice?!”
“He is my son! He will have no choice, the same as me!”
“What about this child?! Even if it’s a girl, will you make Ripper do something he might not even want to do?!”
He seemed to calm down a bit. “Listen to me, Nebula,” he said.
“No, you listen to me, Shadow. We’ve been together for fifteen years, but if I have to take my son and unborn child away from here, I will. Let him make his own choices. Let him be responsible for them. He’s fourteen, he can do that now.”
“Are you talking about me?” somebody asked. I looked at where the voice had come from. It was Ripper.
“Your dad’s just a bit stressed. Let’s go downstairs. We’ll talk to him when he’s calmed down.”
I looked at Shadow meaningfully and strode out of the room, shooing Ripper out in front of me. I shut the door behind us and headed for the stairs. Ripper didn’t move.
I stopped and turned around. “Yes, darling?”
“I heard most of that. Dad thinks I’m going to get Twilight pregnant and then not take responsibility, doesn’t he?”
I sighed. “He does.”
“I love her. I’d take responsibility.”
“She’s already pregnant, isn’t she?”
“Sort of. So are you.”
“Yeah. Come on, we can talk downstairs.”
He followed me down the stairs and into the living room. I sat down and he sat opposite me.
“So I’m going to be a grandmother,” I said.
“And what are you going to do?”
“I want to ask her to marry me.”
“Then go for it,” I said.
“Wait, you don’t disapprove?”
“Well it’s not exactly what I wanted for you but as long as you’re happy, I don’t care. So how far gone is she?”
He paused. “Four months,” he admitted sheepishly.
“And when were you planning to tell us?”
“I didn’t really think about that.”
I smiled. “Oh well. Are you happy?”
“I will be if she says ‘yes’.”
“When are you going to ask her?”