Nick Morton Jr
Almost immediately, my phone rang. Piper looked up, and I smiled. "I need to take this," I said to her and made my way to the balcony.
"Dad..." I said
"I am sure it is a joke, maybe your cousins typed that bullshit, Nick..." was his opening line, no ´Hello,´ no ´What's going on?´ He didn´t yell, which meant he was concerned or outright pissed. Too pissed to yell.
"I could have gone around it without even telling you... but I am sure you would be even more pissed when you see next month a trip to Vegas and a charge for The Little White Chappel..." I said that for good measure, so he realizes I'm telling him before, not after.
"Is she pregnant?" That was his first question, and I laughed.
"I haven´t even kissed her," I confessed, and he sighed.
"Nicholas Morton-Ma
