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“I’ll get it!” Rosa called out before her mom had a chance to tell her to. She put on a fake smile as she opened the door, only for her expression to drop seconds later as she saw who was on the other side. While Rosa didn’t make it a habit to remember her one night stands, he was certainly one she remembered. “What are you doing here?”

      “look, what happened last night was..” he paused, stopping himself from calling it a mistake. in all honesty it wasn’t a mistake, ben hadn’t regretted it for even a minute, “was great, but even so brooklyn would kill us if she ever found out.” he didn’t want to lead the female on by telling her how great of a time he had because he was here to break things off, to make sure that the two were on the same page. “also, i’m sorry..i was super outta line, i just had one too many drinks and one thing led to another and yeah..” his voice trailed, hand lifting to nervously rub the back of his neck, “sorry.” brooklyn’s best friend was forbidden territory and even though he wasn’t scared of his sister he knew this would ruin all ties with him and the female in front of him and he wasn’t going to just stand by and let both relationships fall apart so easily.

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She was grateful that her best friend still helped to set her up on dates, even if that meant she was now seated across from said friend’s brother. Andrea took a sip of her water, her eyes fixed on him. “Look, I don’t know how she got you to come to this, but you should know that I’m not really looking for a relationship. I just want to have a baby and I need someone to help with that.” She told him, already expecting an awkward response or for him to just get up and bolt out of there.

She picked up the coffee he’d brought her, pale green eyes glancing up at him as she took a drink. As soon as the liquid touched her tongue, she gagged, slamming the cup back down. “You brought me a cold coffee! Get me a new one!”

Soft grunts fell from his lips as he finished up his set, lifting the barbell off his chest and placing it back into the pegs. Hearing footsteps enter the room, he slid out from under the bar, sitting up on the bench. Eric gave her a smile as he reached for his water bottle, taking a long drink before speaking. “Hey, what are you doing here?” He asked, grabbing his towel to wipe off the sweat from his forehead. He slung the towel over his shoulder, sweat glistening on his bare torso, and glanced at his watch as he took another drink of water. “Shit, did we have plans today?”

Sitting across from him, she pulled out a pregnancy test (one of many she’d taken) and placed it in the middle for him to see the pink lines that indicated it was positive. “I’m pregnant. And I know we’re going through the divorce, I don’t... if you don’t want anything to do with this, I won’t make you.” She told him, turning her gaze away from him and down to her hands on the table.