He'll Be Back
Chapter nineteen
Summer drove to Seth's house. She would have to wait a day or two for her father to cool off.
"Was he really angry?"
"Summer, he looked like he was going to kill me. I mean that literality, like strangle me or pull a gun or something."
"Shit," Summer said quietly.
Seth put his hand on her leg. "It won't be easier with my parents. They are like living breathing condom spokesmen. "
"They aren't naive to the stuff we do. Telling my dad was like saying you took advantage of his five year old."
"Your dad had no idea when you would come home drunk?"
"Seth, he is never home," Summer said ending the discussion.
They pulled into the steep driveway and got out. Summer was wearing a yellow and orange dress. The top of the car was down and she reached into the back seat and got her floral tote.
"Summer how much did that bag cost?" Seth asked holding the door open for her.
"A lot," She said walking in past him.
"Yeah how much?"
"Why does it matter?"
"I'm just wondering what our finances are going to look like,"
"It's Gucci,"
"Yeah, I'm a guy that doesn't make prices magically appear."
"Cohen, it was like nine fifty,"
"Ten bucks? Summer I thought you had money," Seth joked.
"Dumb ass it was nine hundred dollars."
"You spent that much on a bag?"
"Yeah," Summer said sorting through it looking for lip gloss.
"How can you use it? I would have it framed."
"That's why I still think you're a dork."
They walked into the kitchen. Kirsten and Sandy were sitting on stools drinking wine and talking.
"Hey, kids," Sandy said waving.
"Hey dad," Seth said. Summer sat herself on the counter and Seth opened the refrigerator.
"What do you want for dinner," Kirsten asked putting her glass in the dishwasher.
"What do we want?" Seth asked munching on a pickle.
"Pizza?" Summer suggested.
"Seth, you know where the menus are." Kirsten said pouring Sandy more wine.
Seth grabbed the handset that was laying on the counter. Summer's phone rang. She looked at Seth and excused herself to the patio to answer the phone.
She flipped it open. "Hello?"
"Princess?" Neil asked.
"Dad." Summer said letting him know that he had in fact dialed the right number.
"Simon, came to talk to me today."
"Yeah I know I sent him." Summer said not bothering to correct her father.
"So you're…" Neil struggled.
"Yup."
"Oh." He said disappointment dripping from his voice.
"I didn't mean to," Summer said crying.
"I know, I should hope not." Mr. Roberts sighed, "I just didn't see you being so foolish,"
"Daddy, you mean that I should have dealt with it and not allowed you to find out,"
"Summer, that's not what I said."
"It's what you meant though."
"Well, yeah, you were so perfect that getting pregnant wasn't going to stop you from succeeding,"
"So now, what am I? Tainted?'
"You're in love," He said quietly.
Summer got off the phone and wiped her eyes making sure her makeup hadn't run. She stepped in side and closed the door behind her.
"Pizza will be here in 30 minutes," Seth said hanging up the phone.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" Kirsten asked.
Seth looked at Summer across the room. She was tear streaked and her eyes were smudged. Summer nodded, not trusting herself to talk. Kirsten put her arm around her and led her to the couch in the den. Seth and Sandy followed behind worried.
"H-he-he is su-su-such an asshole," Summer sobbed into Kirsten's shoulder.
Kirsten glared at Seth. "Me? What did I do?" Seth asked.
"No not you. You, self absorbed retard." Summer yelled. "My dad."
"What did Neil do?" Sandy asked.
"Sweetie I understand my father was never around either," Kirsten said crushing Summer into a tight embrace.
" It's not just that," Summer said sobbing again, "His illusion of me just totally crumbled."
"I'm sure it's not that bad." Kirsten said rubbing her back.
"It is." Seth piped up.
"What happened?" Sandy asked.
"Yeah what happened," Kirsten asked more interested because Seth apparently had something to do with this after all.
Ryan opened the door at this precise moment and entered the room unaware of the tension in the room. "Hi guys," He looked around at Summer crying in Kirsten's arms and Seth being interrogated by Sandy. "Sorry bad timing, I guess now they know about your baking."
"His what?" Kirsten asked in an angry tone that melted Ryan like butter.
"His bun in the oven," He said reluctantly, " I guess you didn't know."
Kirsten's warm embrace became rigid and she pushed Summer's shoulders away to look her in the eyes. "You're pregnant?"
Tears poured down her cheeks and her eyes were becoming black. She nodded slowly.
"Jesus Christ!" Sandy exclaimed, "I told you so many times to be careful." He sunk into a chair.
"Were you going to tell us?" Kirsten asked Seth.
"W-what?" He asked fighting the desire to flee from the room.
"Were you even going to tell us?" Kirsten said again getting up from the couch pacing the room.
"Yes." Summer said firmly.
"Not tonight though?" Kirsten asked hotly.
"No." Summer said calmly drying her face off with a tissue from the coffee table.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" Sandy asked furious.
"Please don't hurt me," Seth said bracing him self for a blow.
"I don't even know what to say, we just dodged this bullet with Ryan." Kirsten said.
"Well this is a little different we at least know for sure that this baby is mine."
"Shut up Seth," Kirsten yelled, " Has Summer even been to the doctors?"
"Yeah, like twice now." Seth said.
"You mean that you've know for months?" Kirsten shouted.
"It's not his fault I wouldn't let him tell you." Summer said softly.
"Summer, let me make this clear, we are mad at both of you," Kirsten said sitting on the arm of Sandy's chair. "Where do we even start?"
"Are you having the baby?" Sandy asked Summer.
She nodded.
"When are you due?" Kirsten asked.
"February."
""You've known about this for a long time."
"Are you planning on getting married?" Sandy asked
"No" Summer said firmly. Seth shrugged his shoulders. He was whipped.
"So how exactly do you see yourselves raising a child?" Kirsten asked.
The doorbell rang and they looked at each other, everyone wanted to leave the room and run to the door.
"Sandy go get it," Kirsten said. Seth's face fell. "Answer me Seth." She demanded.
"I'm not sure."
"You tell me that you got your girlfriend pregnant and you're raising the child but you're not sure how? Not sure?" She screamed.
"We're going to make it work. By taking one day at a time." Summer said.
"This is why we didn't tell you we need to figure things out with out you mucking things up." Seth said.
"Mucking them up?" Sandy asked carrying two pizza boxes. " I think that you two did the mucking up."