Dust

I barely touched my food as our family ate around us; Allen, my parents, Reyna and Isaac, even Myles and Anna. I cleared my throat and stood, butterflies rising.

"Ummm, Allen and I have something to tell you all." I said. Everyone's attention turned on me except Myles, who was trying to subtly beat out a fire he had started on the table cloth. "I'm pregnant."

I sat back down and tried to be as small as possible.

Reyna was in hysterics, her hair falling out of its braid as she totally freaked out. "What? No! My baby! My baby Allen!"

Isaac winked at Allen, not even trying to hide a smirk. "That's my boy." He said.

My mum got up from her chair and crushed me in a hug. "Congratulations!" She squeaked. "You're going to be a fabulous mum!"

Meanwhile my dad screamed death threats at Allen across the table. "I'll burn your fingers off and feed them to the crows-" Real cheerful stuff.

Anna grinned like she was watching her favourite tv show. "What's the bet the baby isn't his?" She asked to no one in particular.

All the while Myles was watching the flame crawl across the table towards our screaming family. The smoke alarms in the ceiling blared and everyone seemed to break out of their moods.

"Myles!" Dad screamed angrily across the noise while Allen rushed for the fire extinguisher and everyone ran out of the room, mum guiding me out.

When the fire was out, everyone went home. The dining room was still filled with smoke and they all had lost their appetites. Allen laughed and slipped an arm around my shoulders. "They took that well."

"Is that what you want to call it?" I asked.

He bent down to kiss me. "It's okay, I don't think your dad actually wants to kill me."

"Why do you think that?"

"Because he wouldn't risk hurting you."

I kissed him back. "You're an idiot." I told him.

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