Chapter 6
Jess and April walked out and saw Bam with his arms crossed, leaning against the car.
"Well, Mr. Grump. Let's go." Ape said, getting into the car. The two brothers got in and Ape sped off to Castle Bam.
7 days later
ring ring April ran over to pick up the phone. It was Monday and she had a feeling that it was the doctor calling.
A: Hello? Margera residence.
D: Mrs. Margera? This is Doctor Ralph.
A: Oh! Are the results in?
D: Yes, they are.
A: What are they?
D: Well, Paul is Bam's child.
A: Oh...he is?
D: Why do you sound so dissapointed, he's your grandchild anyway!
A: Yeah, I suppose I should be happy.
D: Of course you should! If you have any questions, then you can make an appointment. Okay?
A: Okay, Doctor. See you soon.
D: Have a nice day.
click
Ape put down the phone and put her hands up to her face. How was she gonna tell Bam? Bam wasn't very fond of kids.
'I have to do it.' she thought. Bam was outside with Raab and Dunn by the pool. They just pushed Dico in.
"Bam! I have to talk to you!" Ape yelled from the other end of the pool. She gulped and hoped he wouldn't get too mad.
"What?" he asked.
"I just got a call from the doctor. Jess isn't a father, you are." Bam's face brightened up.
"Really? I'm a dad?" He sounded excited.
"Bam, I thought you didn't like kids."
"Ape! Paul's my son, you have to love you're own kids, right?"
"Wow, Bam. You've learned a lot since you were 20 and said, 'Oh, I never want kids, kids suck ass.'" Bam lauhged.
"Well, that was 6 years ago. The only shitty thing is that I hate the name Paul."
"You have to talk to Jenn about that. You know, the mother." Bam's facial expressions went from happy to pissed.
"Why her?" he asked.
"You're the one who had sex with her, dumb ass." Raab said. He was standing behind them but obviously listening.
"You assie!" Ape said to Raab who started laughing.
"Well, Ape, I think you should tell Jenn. She's in the baby's room."
"Yeah, okay, fine, Bam." April rolled her eyes and went inside and down the hall. She opened the door to the baby's room.
