It's not like this... 14/21

Mum called Dad, who in turn, called my sister Lilly in Scotland who called Aunt Gwen in Wales who called Uncle Rob in Alaska .
Everyone knew in matter of minutes that I was expecting. When he came back in the evening, I didn't understand why he had his bad days look. I automatically sank back into the wall.
-So, he snarled, any scrap of worthy news left for me?
I must have looked befuddled because he added in a sneer:
-You are carrying my baby and you don't think to tell me first?
-It's not like this, I wimpered.