Nikita's POV,

"What?" Dad said shocked and Hanz's eyes still widened looking at me.

"I got drunk, then-t-then, m-something happened to us." I said to Dad in tears.

"Nikita ..." I immediately grabbed Hanz's hand to stop him from speaking.

"And why are you drunk?" Dad was still shouting angrily.

"What's happening here?" Mama suddenly jumped up but neither of us looked at her. Dad still looked down on me.

"Nicholas, calm down. What's wrong with you?" Mama approached papa and rubbed her back.

"You know?" Dad's baling at mom.

"A-which one?" Mom asked Dad again and again.

"That your child is pregnant!" Dad shouted again. Dad was just quiet...