Never a pain so strong as that as anticipation. She sinks her slippery fingers to pull doubt, malice, fear, and hate into the nether regions of our conscience. Ashton and Tyler quietly huddled together on the center sofa, staged to present an humble facade. Eyes boring holes into the floor, neither bothered to lift their gazes once the pair of adults had lifted foot onto the premises. Quick chatter and mindless prattle set the atmosphere as the two lighthearted parents traipsed through the front rooms, rehashing and ranting about the times. When they met the frightened figures resembling naughty children awaiting them, the air silenced.
"Hey! What are you two doing?" Delicate stilettos swung from the tips of her fingers. The atmosphere changed when her father stepped into the room.
Backs straightening, throats clearing, Ash grimaced as the words flew from her lips, "We need to talk to you guys."
"OK. What about?" The expressions on her parents faces darkened. Sucking her cheeks, she gulped down the hot air threatening to spill out.
"Maybe this would be easier if you would sit down. Please." Sinking into the overstuffed chairs across from them, panic froze the shocked features.
"I get the feeling this isn't you telling us... No. I don't want to guess." Her mother wiped tears from watery eyes. "Why am I crying? Ridiculous. I just... Please don't tell me."
"Mom, Dad......We're pregnant."
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