Louis' POV
"This has to be a sick joke right?" I chuckled, but it came out like a nervous laugh. I was waiting for the punchline, a sudden 'Got ya' from the corners of the room.
This has to be a prank, a comedy. There must be a camera nearby.
No one spoke, not a single word. The silence in the room was almost deafening, I waited, turning my gaze between them like they would suddenly laugh and confess that it was a prank. But they don't.
My father stood like he'd rather sink into the ground. He looked small and uncomfortable while Kelsey sat on the sofa, legs elegantly crossed, one hand slowly rubbing her belly with a small, almost serene smile.
Their silence just goes to confirm that this wasn't a joke. It was very much real and…. Fucking hell.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I growled at my father. If he weren't my actual biological father, I'd have punched him clean right now.
"Louis—," he muttered weakly.
