Richie

Richie

‘Wait, something didn’t feel right.’ Richie thought to himself as he sat unmoving on the large red sofa he had adored as a kid but now it held no significance to him, and all he could think about was how to get out of it and fast.

Right in front of him sat Jane and his grandfather Phillip and Richie could do nothing but glare at the both of them as they went about chattering between each other like he wasn’t in the room.

Jane’s loud giggles infuriated him, even the way she had suddenly changed her sitting position into some sort of lazy style while she rubbed continuously on her flattened stomach.

On a normal day, he would’ve sent her out of the house but this was his grandfather’s and not his… he had no right to do that here and that was her saving grace.

“How aren’t you sure that this isn’t some sort of joke the same way you thought Kate had lied about being pregnant?” He snarled at his grandfather who seemed too enthralled with talking to Jane that nothing else mattered.

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