Secrets and Storms

I tensed as I saw Gwen approaching, walking like she was on a runway, her hair blowing in the breeze and her hand placed ceremoniously on her stomach.

Nita saw her also and groaned. "Fuck!"

I excused myself from our group and walked to meet her.

"Gwen, what the hell are you doing here? I don't remember sending you an invitation." I hissed.

"I came to celebrate too, Richard," she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "After all, I'm carrying a Numero too."

A collective gasp chorused around the group. I didn't even dare turn to face my family, I knew I would be crucified.

"Both of us should be treated equally. I will not stand by and watch while my child is treated like a dirty little secret."

My mother walked towards us, I closed my eyes and hoped to disappear.

"What did you say?" My mother asked.

"Hi, Mrs. Numero." Gwen turned to my mother sweetly. "I'm so sorry I am doing this. I just can't take it anymore."