Page 32 of Filthy Uncle To Go

“Are you feeling any better, sweetie?” Leanne asks like a worried hen.

“A little,” Jenna says, her voice a bit weak.

“Maybe you just need to eat something,” Michael suggests. “Nat, can we get —“

“I’ll see if the burgers are ready,” I interrupt.

“No, it’s fine,” Jenna protests, trying to stand up. “I’ll be alright.”

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“Yes-” But then her body crumples to the ground as she faints. With that, I rush over to the curvy girl and cradle her limp frame in my arms. Lifting her into the air, I carry her into the house and lay her down on a couch in the living room. I gently caress her cheek, but she doesn’t wake up. My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach as I worry about the safety of her and our unborn baby.

“Let me see,” Jack says as he nudges me aside. I’d punch this bastard right now if I weren’t so concerned about Jenna. But he was a volunteer EMT years ago, so he has some medical training that can be of use right now. “Leanne, grab some cold water and a few towels. I think she fainted from the heat.”

“Sure,” Leanne says in a worried tone as she scurries off.

I pace back and forth as I stare at my girl’s motionless body. Hopefully, Jack knows what he’s doing because I’ll kill him if he doesn’t. Then, Leanne returns with the water and the towels in her hands. She gives them to Jack, and he pours the cool liquid onto a towel. I hold my breath as he dabs it on my girl’s flushed face. Slowly, she wakes up, and I can breathe again.

“Oh, thank God!” Leanne shouts with joy.

“What happened?” Jenna asks as she looks around deliriously.

“You fainted from the heat. It happens sometimes to women in your condition,” Jack explains.

“Her condition?” Michael asks. Jenna squirms as Jack stares at her with puzzled look.

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” he asks. “I mean, I haven’t been an EMT in a long time, but I thought you were.”

My heart pounds as everyone silently waits for Jenna to deny the statement. But instead, she looks around at all of the eyes on her, then stares at the ground and nods her head.

“Pregnant?Jenna?” Leanne questions.

“Don’t worry, Mom. The father and I want this baby, and I know we’ll be able to take care of it,” Jenna says in a low voice. Her mother sputters.

“How? You don’t have a job, and you’re still in school,” Leanne stammers.

“Who the hell is this guy? Someone from Marymount?” Michael asks, his eyes full of rage. “Fuck!”

With that, Leanne bursts into tears. Michael tries to comfort his distraught wife, but she’s inconsolable. She screams and wails as Michael spits nails, swearing to “tan this boy’s hide” and “report him to administration.” I can’t take this any longer because it’s utterly ridiculous. I kneel by Jenna on the ground, and take her soft hand in mine. She knows what I’m about to do, and squeezes my palm, her brown eyes wide.

“I’m the baby’s father,” I announce. Several people turn to look at us. “I know this is a shock to you all, but Jenna and I are in love with each other, and we’re expecting a child.”

“What the fuck?” Michael screams as he lunges toward me. “You’re her uncle, you dirty old bastard! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Fortunately, Jack manages to grab Michael’s arm, holding the enraged father back.

“Daddy!” Jenna cries. “It’s not like that.”

Meanwhile, I hold up a hand.

“Listen, Mike. I get why you’re upset, but neither Jenna nor I planned this. We fell in love by chance, and now we’re starting a family together. You can hate me all you want, but I love your daughter, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to be with her,” I growl.

“I’ve got to get out of here,” Michael says as he pushes Jack off of him and storms out the door. “This is fucking disgusting! You’re a lecherous old man hitting on your ownniece!”

The door slams and he’s gone. Then, Jenna turns to Leanne with tears in her eyes.

“Mom, I know this isn’t what you expected, but I really need your support on this. I need everyone’s support. Drake and I know our relationship isn’t traditional, but this is what we want. I love him, Mom,” Jenna pleads. Leanne looks at us as a tear rolls down her cheek, but then she shakes her head and runs after her husband.

“I can’t, honey,” she says in choked sobs. “You’re his niece, and … oh God!”