Chapter 151: The Worst Phone Call Ever
"Are you nervous?" Vincent asks as I pace the living room with the phone held in front of me, the screen still black.
I stop my circle to frown at him. "Yes, obviously."
How much money does this man make? He can't figure out calling my parents and telling them I'm pregnant and getting married is the most terrifying thing I've done. Shit, I have to tell them I'm dating Vincent first. I'd rather sky dive with a semi-working parachute than make this call.
My stomach is tight and I clutch the phone hard, the soft plastic case rolling in my hand.
He leaves his space by the kitchen island to invade my bubble in the living room. "Do you want me to talk to them?" Vincent reaches for the phone, but I pull it back and out of his reach.
Hell no. I haven't forgotten how he told his mother. We can't shout it out to mine in the same fashion. She needs a delicate approach. Time to smooth it over before I drop the bomb on her.