How I Got Pregnant for My Father’s Friend Part 2

My mother’s face lit up with a warm smile as she saw me standing in the parlor. “Ah, my dear, you’re back!” she exclaimed, rushing over to give me a hug.

I hugged her back, still trying to process the shock of seeing Ken sitting in our parlor. What was he doing here? And why was he sitting next to an older man who looked vaguely familiar?

“Who…who is this?” I stuttered, trying to point at Ken without being too obvious.

My mother followed my gaze and smiled again. “This is your father, and his…friend, Ken,” she said, her voice dripping with an unsettling enthusiasm.

I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. Ken was my father’s friend? What kind of twisted joke was this?

The older man, my father, stood up and approached me, a hesitant smile on his face. “Hello, my dear,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “It’s been a long time.”

I stared at him, unsure of what to say or do. My mind was reeling with questions and emotions, but most of all, I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that Ken, the man who had disappeared on me, was somehow connected to my long-lost father.

“What…what is going on here?” I managed to stammer, trying to keep my cool.

My mother stepped forward, a reassuring smile on her face. “Let’s sit down and talk, dear,” she said, gesturing to the couch. “We have a lot to discuss.”