ELLA'S POV
I was furious.
Absolutely fuming.
Jason had gone behind my back and told our parents about my pregnancy without even consulting me.
The nerve.
The audacity.
The sheer recklessness.
But…
I was also loving every second of the attention I was getting.
Jason's mom fussed over me like I was some fragile glass doll.
Jason's dad gave me approving nods like I was some kind of goddess.
And my own father?
Oh, he was over the moon.
"My daughter is pregnant!" he had shouted to every single person in our mansion, as if the staff cared. "I'm going to be a grandfather!"
For the past hour, I had been pampered, praised, and practically worshipped.
Jason?
Jason was getting scolded.
A lot.
He looked exhausted.
I, on the other hand, was lounging like royalty on the couch, my ice cream in hand, as Jason was chased around the house by my father for 'not being careful enough.'
Life was good.
And It Was About to Get Even Better
