Like Loving A Lion (SEQUEL to I'm Not That Perfect)

“A baby.” Austin’s dad repeated. “You’re telling me I’m going to be a grandpa?”
“Yes we are.” I giggled. “Aren’t you excited?” We were skyping him later that night to deliver the news.
“Can’t say I’m surprised. How far along are you?” He asked.
“Twelve weeks.” Austin said. “I can’t wait. We’ll have to fly over after he’s born so everyone can meet him.”
“He?” Robert asked.
“Austin’s very convinced it’s a boy.” I rolled my eyes. “We’re super excited.”
We finished with Austin’s dad and then called my family. Chloe answered the Skype call.
“Hey, guys.” She said, slightly surprised. “What’s up?”
“Hi, Chloe. How are you?” Austin asked.
“Great. Almost finished with my application to UCLA. What about you two?” She asked.
“UCLA? Tell me more in a moment. We have massive news.” I smiled. “Je suis enceinte!”
“HOLY SHIT! Avery! You’re having a baby?” She yelled.
“Who’s having a baby?” My brothers asked, looking in the doorway. “Also Maman said stop screaming.”
“Avery’s having a baby, you two idiots! Avery and Austin are having a baby!” Chloe yelled back.
“Why don’t you get maman and papa?” I suggested.
“MAMAN! PAPA! AVERY’S ON SKYPE AND SHE SAYS SHE’S PREGNANT!” Chloe yelled.
“Jesus.” I looked at Austin. “Your family was a lot easier to tell than mine.”
“Did you say Avery is pleasant?” My maman asked, walking in with my papa.
“Hi, mére, papa.” I waved.
“She’s pregnant, Ma. She and Austin are having a baby!” Chloe blurted.
“Chloe. It’s my baby. Don’t you think I maybe wanted to tell her?” I asked.
“A baby? A baby. You’re telling me I’m going to be a grandpapa?” Papa asked.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. I’m three months.” I smiled.
“How are you two going to do this? Are you still together? Are you getting along? Do you have room for a nursery? Will you-”
“Ma!” I interrupted her. “We’ve got it all figured out.”
“A baby. That’s incredible. You’re excited, aren’t you?” She asked.
“Of course we are. I’m over the moon.” Austin replied.
“-Because I’ve seen these young American kids on the tele, Avery Marie, and they’ll go and get. . . what do they say? Put up? Knocked up. They go and get knocked up and think they have to get married and then that baby’s life is miserable and-”
“Ma. I am not knocked up.” I glared at her. “You don't get knocked up after you're married.That has a really negative connotation, you know.”
“Oh. Well, I’m happy for you. You’ll have to come visit sometime, or we will.” She said.
“It’s late here. We should probably go. Bye, Ave. Bye, Austin. Love you!” Chloe called. We hung up and Austin laughed. He didn’t stop laughing either.
“What’s so funny?” I asked curiously.
“You. You’re adorable and I’m really glad you’re having my baby.” He replied.
“I love you.” I laid my head on his shoulder. “I love you a lot.”

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