A Turn of Events

“I’m pregnant.” She said. And, yes, it’s yours. This is the part where he runs away.

“Are you happy?” He asked. You’re going to need background information and I don’t know if you’re mature enough to handle my reaction, but I won’t be holding back, so I really hope that you are mature enough.

“Are you?” What the hell kind of reaction is that? ‘Are you happy!?’

“Twenty years ago, I was in a similar situation. We were immature, self-centered. After she carried the baby to seven months, against doctor’s orders, she decided to be out and about. She lost my son. Neither one of us would have made good parents at the time. I dodged a bullet not being stuck with her. Yes. I did say stuck. I miss my boy every Father’s Day. It is my only regret in that whole situation.” That ‘Are you?’ Sounded angry. Don’t be on the defensive. Not with me.

“You and I have been in each other’s lives these past fifteen years. I consider you my best friend. I don’t have any control in your decision. Are you happy? Yes or no.” Answer the question. Now is not the time for head games. Or fuck off. Great, now I’m angry. Keep it together.

“I don’t know!” Damn it! Answer my question!

“I understand. I’ll give you some time and space to decide whether you want to keep it or not. Call me when you know.” Once in a lifetime is enough. Fucking condoms! Why the hell did it have to break?

“This isn’t easy for me, you know!” Sure, run away. I knew that you would!

“This isn’t a ‘me’ situation. I should have a say as well, but when I ask you a straight forward question you counter with head games. You know how I feel about that. Take your time. If this is our last day together, let me know that too. Call me, bye.” Fuck this.

“Why are you running away? I thought that we were going to talk about this!” So like a fucking man! Running away from responsibilities. I’m not taking care of this kid by myself.

“I am talking, You are the one that has decided to play head games. You are lumping me in with your daddy issues. He left you when you were five and you expect me to do the same. 

This is the last question that I am going to ask. Your answer will determine what happens next. 

Do you want to keep the baby, yes or no?”

“Yes, damn it! Fucking yes!”

“Good. Me too.”