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               “My father is sick... I have to go back to help, I didn’t know if you would want to come along or not... with the baby and all, I don’t know if we’ll get back before birth...”. Duncan has bought two tickets, they lay atop of the wooden table in front of them, but he won’t make her go, not when it would be a tiring venture, when he will have to invest the whole of his time to helping out, possibly neglecting her as he tends to his father. France is an unknown to her, but home once to him, he cannot leave them on their own, not even when he resents his father. Architect retells he is doing this for his mother, naught more. “— would you want to go, or will you stay here?”-

          Dainty hand grapples at his broader one, pressing his palm against the round of her belly, soon enough there is movement beneath his touch, a kick here, a shove there... and this is the proof of what they made, a child that is as alive as they are, waiting to meet them as much as they are. “He moved... he hadn’t, but... Oh”. Rebecca yelps as their son kicks harder listening to their voices, unminded tears amassing at corners of hazel hues by then. “— he is so strong isn’t he? we are... really going to be parents, we having a baby”. Realize settles then, this is not something she can ignore any longer, this is their reality.

                  Aleksandar drives them home, letting her get out of the car on her own as he dismissively saunters inside their home, wooden door tossed open as he makes his way towards the kitchen. It is not ‘til then that he scraps a hand down his stubble, making effort not to give out holler of enrage, but convey how… peeved he is by her perfidy. “That… sleaze of yours called… when were you going to tell me you found yourself a boyfriend? Not even a week and you are going off behind my back?”. Croon of his remains rudimentary, forbidding even, even so, brunet cannot bring himself to care.

                  Both hands press onto the cold, marble counter, hard and evidently irritated. “You made your choice… so let’s adjust to that, shall we?”. Bulk of his form is kept from her, as far and removed from even making an allowance for touch of hers. “- you are not allowed to date just yet, much less someone you have known for a week… you want to make your own decisions, then you are going to be held responsible for them”. Hefty man moves around the counter, hovering over her so he can stare down wake of blues, irate of his not faltering as he does. “You are going to get home, work on homework at your bedroom… then you’ll have dinner, and go to sleep on your bed, Mrs. Renee will be picking you up from school from now on… and I won’t be bothered while I work at my studio, are we clear?”.

“Are you insane?” hissed Eden, turning to face him. There was a frantic look in her eyes. She hadn’t expected him to say such a thing. Her relationship with Emerson was already complicated as it was. The last thing that she wanted was for a pregnancy to be in the way. Plus it would make her stop her career. Her head shook from side to side, not caring that he couldn’t see,” I do not want this! I don’t want this! I don’t want a child! I don’t want to be pregnant! I don’t want to stop working! That is exactly what would happen!” She felt like she was going to lose her mind. Their relationship had already changed so much that they didn’t need another complication,” I didn’t tell you this so that you could get all happy and excited!” 

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                   Emerson can’t deny a pregnancy had not been foretold, it was nuisance in sense of weathering with their relationship, being blind and ever changing time tables of hers... but overall, there is a part of him that feels... gratification, to know they have made something that conveys commitment to one another, something to bid for closeness. “Hey... calm down, stop with the hysterics... you can still work, this doesn’t mean you’ll have to stop”. Life had been brutal in every way as in late, mostly due the fact that their priorities have changed. He wants to have someone there for him, to be of use, and to feel cared for as he has not felt in months, but she? Working has become her anchor, an allay to escape away from their reality. This merely confirms such truth. “— I know you don’t want me to feel excited about the news, but I can’t help how it makes me feel as much as you can’t stop panicking over it”. FIngers grasp onto her arm to keep her steady, to anchor her to present times. “This doesn’t mean an end to your career, but something to add on to things... a family”. 

Vera’s head snapped up the second that she heard Thomas’ voice. Her attention had been on her lap top, her fingers typing away. It had been a quiet evening after they had, had dinner together. She had thought that he was watching tv and she had been sitting in the kitchen. A cup of coffee was beside the lap top and a focused look was plastered on her face. At least until she saw Thomas and noticed the pregnancy test in his hand. She had put it in the trash after seeing the result. Apparently she hadn’t hidden it well enough because he had found it,” I was-you-we aren’t even together right now,” she told him slowly,” We had one night after Christmas but I wasn’t sure if it meant something to you.” One of her hands reached to shut the lap top,” I scheduled an appointment and I wanted to find out if I was okay before I told you.”

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