Pregnant For My Father-in-Law
Lazy Beeepregnant by my ex's dad bookmy sterile husband, his pregnant mistress
My father appeared at my side looking ready and swallowed as everyone moved into the church to wait for the bride.
My father, Don Dagon, tall, iron-gray, the kind of man who entered rooms and made conversations die. I barely saw him. Meetings in his study were rare, always brief, always about duty. Today he looked at me once, eyes unreadable, and offered his arm.
“Fai onore alla famiglia,” he said low in Italian, voice like gravel. “Metti la famiglia al primo posto.”(Make the family proud. Put family first.)
I nodded, throat tight. “Sì, Papà,” I whispered, the words small and obedient.