Ink Stained

Sloane: Damn babies. Your right. I hope it's a boy too.

Sloane: Some lil punks come along to steal our thunder.

Sloane: True, god I don't think I want a baby brother or sister, it's been pretty good so far just the two of us.

Sloane: Excuses, excuses, What if this goes super poorly, I'm just stuck at home, alone. You at least are gone for a while.

Sloane: WHAT. Why me? You could call them...or we could do like a joint Skype confrontation thing?

Uriah: I don't like this. Maybe they didn't want to jinx themselves?

Sloane: That means they want another kid. Their both like forty something and are we not enough? Like were both handfuls.

Uriah: It could be a false positive. Those happen don't they? It's probably nothing though. They would tell us if they were having another kid. They don't keep things from us.

Sloane: Even if it is a false positive don't you think mom would have told us? At least that their trying?

Sloane: I found a pregnancy test in the bathroom. A positive one. And it's not mine and I'm doubting you've knocked Cavitt up so...God I'm freaking out why are you so far away right now.

Sloane: Whose wedding? Wait dammit im getting distracted. I...I think moms pregnant.

Sloane: I know its late and your on some soul searching trip with Plastics, but its an emergency, a big one.

What makes Uriah him.

*Ringing*

*Ringing*

Sloane: Uriah?