Chapter 4:
A couple of months later
Stan was sitting in his favourite chair in the living room; totally absorbed into what he was watching on the T.V screen. Karen walked in (after another argument with Olivia and telling her where to stick it) and saw Stan squeezed into his favourite chair. 'How he gets in and out that thing is a miracle, it's like bloody Mary Poppins' bag.' Karen thought secretly to herself.
"Hey honey!" Karen said to Stan, which was replied with a simple grunt
"Stan, can I have a hug?" Karen asked in a moment of weakness "I've had a hard day."
Stan tore is eyes away from the T.V and looked at Karen in disbelief.
"A hard day?" Stan asked "A hard day?" he repeated "You don't even know the meaning of the word! You go to that little shop and read magazines all day for Christ's sake! I have to work every single day with the thought 'If I loose this money what would I do?' Karen we need money, which I don't think you realise, try making practical decisions with that on your mind. So in comparison, you've had a day off not a hard one."
"Oh God, if your in one of those moods I'm having a drink." Karen replies and walks over to the minibar
"Do you have to drink me dry? You go through so many bottles per week a liquor store would be cheaper to run. You're like a walking bottle of booze you are!" Stan spat
"Oh go screw yourself Stanley!" Karen said then downed a vodka shot. As it was burning down her throat Stan sat up and stormed out of the room leaving Karen to enjoy the burning sensation only booze could bring.
Stan went upstairs to say goodnight to Olivia as he hadn't seen her all day. He knocked on the door – no reply. Went in anyway to check everything was alright.
Olivia hadn't heard a knock on the door and was surprised when she saw the door open and Stan look round the corner. However, before she could cover it up Stan caught sight of Olivia's enlarged stomach.
"Dad…I…I" Olivia stuttered with nerves
"What's going on?" Stan questioned loudly
"I was going to, um, tell you."
"When exactly? When you were nine months pregnant and needed to go to the hospital or when you needed a bloody babysitter!"
"Dad, please stop shouting." Olivia begged
"No I will not! I want to know why I wasn't told before, or even straight away." He barked
"I didn't know what was going to happen," Olivia sobbed "whether I was going to get rid of it or not."
"So you're keeping it?" Stan said still in a loud voice
"Well yes, it's too late for an abortion anyway. And the father wants us to be a family."
"Oh! The FATHER!" the noise level was increasing
"Daddy please calm down. I was going to tell you but I knew you were going to act like this."
"How else was I going to act when my only daughter is pregnant for God's sake?"
"Yes I know, but if I had told you earlier you would have made me kill it and that's not what I want. I'm going to be a mum and I'm happy about it! I'm glad I didn't listen to Karen and tell you because you would have made me have an abortion wouldn't you?" Olivia blubbered
Instead of a loud reply, Stan just stood there on the spot, thinking. His eyes rolling around in head in desperate confusion.
"Karen knows!" Stan screamed, his pulse was racing "That bitch! She knew and didn't tell me!" Stan stormed out of the room.
"Dad, she found out! I made her promise not to tell you!" Olivia screamed as Stan walked out of the room and out of sight.