Chapter 12

Pollen’s POV

“What do you mean by that?” My mother’s eyes narrowed in confusion as she asked with a look of disbelief on her face, her voice laced with a deep skepticism.

“What do you mean by the man you met on the blind date got you pregnant? You didn’t go to the blind date, remember?” She pushed herself forward in her seat to look at me questionably.

I couldn’t even look at her face from where I sat on the floor.

“I— I did,” I blurted, bowing my head to fiddle with my fingers.

“How?!” My mother yelled, she was losing it already.

“Didn’t Aunt Maggie give her the wrong address?” Laura, who pretended to be watching TV but listened intently to our conversation, spoke up from the other couch.

“I—” I stammered, looking away. “I went to the wrong address and met with the wrong person”

My mother exclaimed, sounding angry now. Laura, on the other hand, spun to look at me.

“You had a one nightstand with your wrong date?”