Part one
"Come on,just show me" Melvin keeps insisting.
"No way,you have no time for revelations. Be patient" I texted back.
"You know I'm not the patient type" he writes back.
     We've been  going on and on about this, since morning, but I am not going to show him till we meet tomorrow.
"Come on, if you show me, I'll show mine,and it's even bigger babe". Shit. Double shit. I know it's bigger,and even better, I will love to see it, I'm already wet thinking of it. But no, we both have to wait,patience, that's all.
"Mel" mum calls from downstairs, but I don't answer.
"Melanie, get down here" she screams again.
If I don't go down now, she'll stomp up here, and I won't like the scene.
"Coming down mum".
     I stroll downstairs and meet my mother. Beautiful woman,but just so unfortunate when it comes to men. I have never even known anything about my father, except for the fact that he was a bastard,who left my mum when he found out she was pregnant for me. Jerk.
     I'm watching my mum, with my douche bag of a step dad. For a fifty years old, he looks 30, well taken care of, and swims in money. My mother has a habit of moving on to the next rich mogul she meets, this man just happens to be the present.
"Join us for lunch, you've been locked up in your room since morning" my mum says. I did not even know it was already afternoon.
"Emmm, I'll just freshen up and join you guys" I say, already turning to leave. Anything to excuse myself from these two. 
"Okay baby" mum replies.
     Just as I start for the stairs, my step dad speaks up, as usual, he must always say something.
"What have you been doing in your room all morning?" He demands, not looking my way. I don't have to answer him, but I know better.
"Studying" I start saying " since we have a test in school on Monday, and weekends are the only periods I can rest" I conclude. I'm looking at him daringly now, he's the reason why I have little or no rest on week days.
"Don't look at me like that, not my fault you had to behave poorly" he says, now looking at me. Or maybe it's my fault.
"You can go" he dismisses me, "but don't take long,we have something to tell you" he adds.
Something to tell me?. It better not be something bad, cause I'll loose it.
     I run upstairs, remembering what I was doing before being rudely interrupted. I quickly check my phone, and see I missed a call from my love, there are messages too.
"You are quiet"
"Mel"
"Love, you're getting me worried".
"Pick the damn call".
     I love that he cares, that he gets worried when he can't get to me, and the way he gets all angry when he doesn't have what he wants, turns me on. I don't reply him, I know better than to keep my parents waiting. And,I just love keeping my baby waiting.
     I take a quick shower, and realise I'm really hungry, because of the growling of my stomach. I make it downstairs just when my mum and her husband have decided to suck all the spittle from each others mouths, over their lunch. From the way the table looks, they have not even started eating.
I take my sit on the table, but they don't even as much as glance my way, as usual. I decide to clear my throat, because it's suddenly heavy there and I feel like throwing up. They don't bother though, they just go on, and only stop when there's a knock on the door. Must be my hot as hell, sex on legs step brother.
     I'm right, it's him. He walks into the room like he owns it. He has a habit of joining us for lunch every Saturday.  Not that he loves it, but he has no choice, our parents claim it's always a family reunion,and it's necessary. We both know why they want us to meet every Saturday, we are not kids.
He takes a sit beside me. He's wearing a white t-shirt that prints out all his abs, over torn black jeans. He is so hot, if I did not have a boyfriend already, I'll be tapping him. He doesn't even acknowledge me, which is Strange, but I chose to ignore.
"Finally, the whole family together once more" my mum says excitedly,holding onto her husbands arm. I roll my eyes, too much drama. It's all pretends, she does not even love him. As soon as a richer guy comes, he'll be on her blacklist. I'm sure Roy beside me feels the same way, because I catch him looking away, shifting uncomfortably on his chair.
"So" she starts, " the big news is..." she's too pitchy and excited, and then stops like she wants us to guess. Like you could guess her next move.
"Common guess, guys".
Roy and I look at each other, and then at her. Then we just lift and drop our shoulders because we don't know what to say or think. Her husband on the other hand is all smiles, must be really good news for him. FOOL.
"Well, since you can't, I'll spill it" she stops and looks at us both, from across the table. The way she's holding unto her husbands hand, you'll think she was about to say they were getting married again. Or maybe, no Lord, let it not be, like I'll throw up here and now.
"I'm pregnant".
     Roy and I make it to the sink at the same time. We're throwing up like we ate really bad food. Our bodies collide, and I feel that familiar tingling sensation all over me. Bad timing Mel. By the time I finish, Roy is already back on the table, with a hard face and red eyes. I join them, sure my face is red as hell.
"I take it you both don't like our news" step dad says. Silence.
"Doesn't matter though, we just wanted to share. You can dig into your meal " he continues.
We just stare, as he dishes food into his plate and starts feeding his wife.
"I think I lost my appetite" Roy says, as he gets up to leave. Wish I could do same.
They just wave goodbyes to him and continue eating. The idea of a kid in such a home scares me. I eat in silence, forcing the food although I feel like throwing it up every time it gets in. When I have eaten half of what is in my plate, I excuse myself.
     When I get to my room, there's no message or call from my love.
I text him anyways, and share what just happened with him. Hoping that when he gets it, he can calm me. I'm so sad I feel like crying, and I do. Slowly and silently, I cry myself to sleep.