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Chapter 38

"But I'm nineteen now." I said with a smile. "I'll know what I'm doing."
Sh|t.
Why did I say that.
"What has that got to do with the fact Dougie can't keep his dick in his pants?!" He snapped.
"First off, I refuse to talk to you while you are that shade of red. Second, shut up. Third, you're opinion on this subject does not matter to me. Now, are we ready to listen to what Brenna has to say? Because Brenna is ready to speak. That's if daddy doesn't mind pausing his rant for a few minutes." I spoke, admittedly rather patronizing. "By all means after I've finished, continue to yell and hey, you can throw the flowers around the room if you really want to."
"I don't have an anger problem." Dad spoke through gritted teeth.
"Did I say that?" I frowned.
"Just say what you want to say." He sighed.

Okay.
Here goes.
Deep Breathes.
Wow.
I don't know what idea is more scary.
Labour, or telling Dad I'm mothering the spawn of Dougie.
Ooh.
Spawn of Dougie.
That sounds a rather catchy title for a film.
Or Book.

Brenna!
Focus!
Right.

"At the wedding, you know, the part before you saw us kissing and broke Dougie's nose.." I began. "I... Me and Doug decided we wanted a baby." I watched Dad's eyebrows rise as he took in this new information. "And I suggested it. I think this is something I've wanted for a little while now..."
"You're trying to tell me that Dougie wants a baby?" Dad snorted with laughter.
"No interruptions!" I snapped, rather hurt by the sudden remark. "This is really hard for me, so you could at least listen and not try to humiliate me!"
"Sorry."

Bloody well better be Mister!

"Shall I carry on?" I asked.
He nodded.

I leant forward, and swung my legs from off the bed, letting them dangle inches off the floor. I jumped, a little startled by dad taking my hands in his loosely, giving them a gentle squeeze, urging me to continue when I was silent again.

"I don't want you to push me away." I whispered. "You think I don't care what you think. But you're so wrong. I want my dad to approve of my boyfriend, purely because I love him. I want my dad to be there for me. I don't want to tread on egg shells all the time. I don't want to sneak around anymore."
"I am going to be here. You're still my little girl. I just... I... Give me more time on the Dougie front. This is a lot for me to take in." Dad said, his eyes seeming to plead with me more than his voice. "A little more time before you start having his kids and getting married and..."
"Dad, you can't say that." I whined.
"I've just found out my daughter is sleeping with my best friend. Cut me a little slack!" He raised his voice again.
"We're going to have a baby." I stated. I wasn't going to sugar the pill any longer.
"I know I can't stop you but can't you wait? Until you're older? Or.."
"You're not listening to me." I interrupted. "I'm having a baby. Dougie and I, are having a baby. Present tense, Dad. You've got seven months before I pop one out."

I must say.
His facial expression was rather amusing.
I'm surprised he didn't yell to be honest.
He just sat there.
Eyes wide, staring at the floor.
He didn't even fidget.
He looked like some kind of Harry Judd 3D Cardboard cut out.
I should know, Tiff brought me one for my fourteenth birthday. I'd wished to have my dad at my party, and Tiff thought she was doing me a favour. Bless her cheesy heart.

Dad finally looked at me, smiling.
I felt my heart pang, knowing the smile wasn't real.

"You're not mad are you?" I squeaked.
"No." he got up, sighing as he opened the door to leave. "Just disappointed."

"Congratulation's, Dougie." I heard him mutter once he was outside my room.
"Harry, can I at least explain myself?" Dougie called. I take it Dad's wandered off again.
"No." I heard him yell back.
I jumped, hearing a thud against the wall of my room. I scampered up off the bed, opening the door and peeping my head around it.

Not again.
Dad held Dougie up against the wall.
The effort didn't seem to be in him to punch his lights out today.
Tw*t.

"Don't hurt her!" He hissed, placing more pressure on Dougie's throat. "You take care of her like I'm watching your every move. You understand me?"
Dougie was silent.
I think the urge to breathe was probably more important than answering.
"I said do you f*cking understand me!?" Dad roared in his face.
"Yes. Now get your hands off me you sh|t." He choked, breathing deeply when he was released. he stood up tall once more and faced Dad. "You just don't get it, do you?"

May be I should announce my presence and break this up?
I don't want it to turn nasty again.
I'm only just recovering from the table incident.
I don't want to get thrown on to a syringe, or some old guy on a stretcher a doctor has placed in the corridor.

"There's nothing to get, Dougie." Dad spat.
"I'm in love with her, Harry. She's my world. We're going to have an amazingly s**t hot kid. I have been waiting for the day you find out for so long, mate." The words just seemed to flow. "I've wanted to show her off to everyone. I've wanted to tell the world that I've found this amazing girl, and she wants me. She wants me. She doesn't want the name, Dougie Poynter, the lazy weird tw*t from McFly. She wants Dougie Poynter, the lazy weird tw*t that was born twelve years before her and tends to split condom's a lot. But that's because of the size of my..."
"Doug, get to the point!" Tom hissed.

Damn.
I was hoping he'd continue.

"Harry, the truth is, I've never been with anyone I can honestly say I was willing to give my career up for. And now I found her. And I probably will have to give McFly up because of it. But as long as I'm with her, I don't care. I know she's your daughter, I know there's the age gap, but I won't give her up because of you." Dougie said. "I need her in my life. I hope she feels the same, because you just heard everything I've not been able to say to her."