39.

Dalia’s PoV

“Dad, I am pregnant.” I choked out.

There was a long pause. I thought he didn’t hear but I knew he did because I felt his shoulders tense. “Dad? Did you hear me? I said I am pregnant..” I looked at his face.

“I heard you the first time Dalia..” He trailed off, still not giving away his emotions. Just how hard has Dad practiced for this moment? The moment when I would tell him I am pregnant?

I shifted a few metres away. “You hate me.” I just knew he did. How can I tell him such a news and he just sits there looking into nothing. But what was I expecting him to say? Absolutely nothing. Nothing needs to be said in a situation like this. He wasn’t like Emily who supported me throughout the first month of misery. She didn’t even tell Dad of the terrible news.

I had no man beside me. He has refused to claim the baby.

I felt thick hands gripping my shoulders tight. “Honey, you overthink things sometimes. Bring the young man to me, I will accept him.”

I shrugged my shoulders hard,