Kyle was sitting at the sofa in the living room of Smith Mansion, steadily bearing the heated gazes of his parents.
His mother was just staring at him, her mouth wide open while his father had his eyebrows furrowed tightly together that Kyle felt that the ends would actually meet. Kinda look like a wriggly worm.
"How could this happen?" Patrick asked steadily.
"Well, you see, when the sperm fertilizes the egg …" Kyle began, his face hardly betraying the feelings he was having inside.
"Kyle Rexington Smith," hissed Delilah, "This is NOT the time for jokes!!"
Kyle shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck, "What can I say?"
"Why didn't you use protection? How could you get her pregnant? And why aren't you marrying her?" Delilah asked her son incredulously. How could her own son be so irresponsible, and not even want to take up the responsibility?!
How much do you want to bet that Delilah's going to be the sort of grandmother that smothers you?
hahahaha. Don't know if Sayuri can handle that ...