"Oh." My mother's expression didn't change. "Well, that's unfortunate. But tonight is about Mia and her good news."
Of course it was. They didn't care about anything else.
We moved to the dining room.
I sat at the far end of the table. James sat at the head with Mia on his right and my parents on his left.
They chatted and laughed amongst themselves, completely ignoring me, almost like I was an outcast.
Halfway through the meal, Mia stood up.
"I have an announcement," she said, her voice shaking with excitement.
Everyone turned to look at her. James was beaming, pride burning in his eyes.
"I'm pregnant," Mia said softly.
My mother gasped, jumping up to hug her. "Oh, sweetheart! That's wonderful!"
My father grinned. "Congratulations, Mia."
"Who's the father?" I asked quietly.
The room went silent.
Mia's eyes widened. "What?"
"I asked who the father is," I repeated. "You don't have a mate that I know of. So who got you pregnant?"
"Olivia!" my mother snapped. "How dare you—"
"It's a reasonable question," I said calmly.
Mia's eyes filled with tears. "I... I was seeing someone secretly. He died in a rogue attack a few months ago. This pup is all I have left of him."