"That no-good, goddamn, motherfucking piece of shit!" Teagan's Father, Jack Reynolds, tossed his empty beer can into the trash can in a high arc, landing squarely in the center.

"Dad!" Teagan chided. "That's a little harsh, don't you think?"

"Not harsh enough," Teagan's mother, Betty, replied. "If you ask me, I'd slap the beard off his chin."

Her father angled his wheelchair to face her. After years battling multiple sclerosis, he'd been forced to spend the rest of his life in an non-ambulatory state. "Baby girl, you've got to see it from our perspective. First, we paid for a wedding he didn't come to."

"Not that it's about the money," her mother chimed in.

Her father continued, "Second, we were with you every day during your recovery."

"Where was he? Huh?" Her mother was basically her father's commentary.

"And, third, now you're telling me that my beautiful, virginal baby girl…"

"I mean, virginal is a stretch, Jack," her mother decided to add.

Teagan rolled her eyes. "Mom. Seriously?"

Her father was not deterred. "My beautiful baby girl is now pregnant with that man's child?"

“Gee, Dad. Why don’t you tell me how you really feel?” Teagan ran her hands over her stomach, still absorbing the news herself. It had been two weeks since she'd peed on a stick in front of Simone and seen the positive sign. She'd immediately seen her doctor and started on prenatal vitamins and all that, but the shock was still there.

One moment of quick goodbye sex on a dressing room couch could really throw a wrench in things.

"Ooh, this is so exciting!" Her mother clapped her hands with excitement. "My second grandchild. I can't even believe it!"

"I'm confused," Teagan interrupted, feeling like she was on a roller coaster ride. She'd come home to Los Angeles for the movie premiere and finally told her parents the news. Honestly, she was surprised Simone and Aria had both been able to keep quiet about it, because they had been the first to know but Teagan had insisted on telling their parents in person. "Are you guys happy or angry?"

Her father grinned. "About having another grandchild? Fucking ecstatic!" He reached forward and rubbed her belly. "Sorry you have a shit dad, little peanut."

"Jack! Don't say that," her mother scolded him, pushing him away. She got close to Teagan's stomach and placed her hand against her. "Little Peanut, your grandfather is very old and very grumpy and we don't listen to anything he says."

Teagan laughed, but then pushed everyone off her stomach. "Good Lord, guys. Boundaries. I'm only ten weeks."

"I can see him already," her mother pointed. "You're going to pop early."

She smiled and looked down at her stomach, actually excited to see it grow for the first time in her life. As unexpected as this was, and as untimely as it was with her plans, she had fallen in love the moment she saw that tiny little heartbeat on the monitor. It was a new feeling of adoration and obsession and love and protectiveness she'd never even known was possible before.

"What are you going to do about your show?" Jack asked. "Can your cat be a pregnant cat?"

"Surprisingly, yes," Teagan replied, remembering the conversation with her director. "Until the point where a doctor says it's unsafe, I can keep dancing. The costume actually covers me pretty well, so it won't be hard to hide."

"And Break Down 2 will be wrapped within two or three months, so you shouldn't be showing too much by then," her mother added. "We'll try and get them to move up the filming date, but they were already pushing for that, so it shouldn't be an issue."

"A well-placed plant, or carefully positioned purse, and you won't even see my stomach."

Her father nodded, clearly still trying to absorb all the information. "And what about the rat bastard?"

"Dad, I swear to God, if you keep insulting the father of my child…"

He put his hands up. "Fine. Fine. What about the angelic chorus boy whose child you are cooking up in there?"

"Gross. I think I liked the cussing better." Teagan sighed as she thought about Reed and what she was going to do about telling him. "I honestly have no idea. We're supposed to meet for lunch tomorrow to—as my agent says—patch things up before the premiere. I guess he's afraid we'll fight on camera or something."

"Fight, make love—it's really all the same thing." Her mother leaned down and kissed Jack on the top of his head. "But you're going to have to tell him."

"I will tell him," she assured them. There was no way she'd hide something like this from him. Just because they weren't going to work out as a couple didn't mean he didn't have a right to be in his child's life. Now they were just going to have to figure out what that looked like. "But probably after the premiere. It might be awkward, otherwise."

Betty shrugged her shoulders. "Honestly, is it ever not awkward to tell your ex-twice-boyfriend that you're accidentally carrying his baby?"

"Christ. I walked in at a weird moment," Simone said, having just entered the living room of their parent's house where they were sitting. "Oh, you told them!" She clapped her hands, then paused. "Wait…did I miss a ‘rat bastard’? That's my favorite dad-ism."

Teagan laughed. "It's one of the first things he said."

Simone high-fives her father. "You never disappoint, Pops."

"I am pretty impressive," he joked, using a funny voice to mimic a movie quote. "Oh, we also named the baby, Simmy."

"Uh, if it's a girl, I hope it's named Simone." She struck a pose, pointing to herself. "Actually, if it's a boy, I'm fine with that, too."

"Peanut," Betty replied. "Little Peanut."

"What a nutty name," Jack teased then mimicked the sound of a rim shot on drums. "Ba dum shh!"

They continued to joke and laugh, and Teagan sat back to watch them and take it all in. She ran her hand in small circles over her belly. I love you, little peanut. And I apologize in advance that this is the family you're going to be born into.

I didn't ask for them either.