14Author's note: I haven't really written anything in ages, but recently the stories in my mind are coming to life again. I don't know exactly where I'm going with this one, although the whole dialogue thing is just for the prologue. I'll be more descriptive in whatever follows.
"I'm pregnant."
"I know."
"How?"
"You've been ordering healthy food, you've stopped drinking coffee and you keep touching your stomach."
"How do you know about the coffee?"
"I know which pot is the decaf. I used to live here, remember?"
"Admit it, you've been stalking me."
"Stalking is a bit strong, don't you think?"
"Do you think other people have noticed?"
"Probably not, the people in this town are not always as observant. A bit too preoccupied with themselves."
"Don't be so judgmental."
"I'm just making an observation."
"Well, I just need to keep this a secret a little longer."
"So have you told the babydaddy?"
"Don't call him that, my life is not some bad reality show."
"You're avoiding the question."
"I don't know what to say."
"The truth."
"Truth is such a relative concept."
"I would want to know. If it was mine, I mean."
"But it's not yours though."
"Yeah."
"What would you want me to say, I mean, in the alternative universe where it was you?"
"I'd want to know you were pregnant. I'd want to be a father. A real one. A better one than I've ever had. Don't you wish you'd had your dad in your life all the time, not just when it fit in his life?"
"I had Luke."
"Yeah. Not the same though."
"Maybe it would've been if my dad really hadn't been in my life at all."
"Wouldn't you have wondered though? I mean, April did."
"What are you saying, I should call him and tell him and then what? Wait for him to come and tell me we can make it work after all. Have him give up everything he's worked for? To do what, the honourable thing? This isn't the 1950s.
And what if he is like my dad. Or yours?"
"It's not fair to him. "
"The whole thing was my idea you know, this no-strings whathappensinvegas idea."
"It's still not right. You have to tell him."
"I don't know how."
"Write him a letter. You're a great make sure nobody else gets their hands on it first."
"Why are you even helping me with this?"
"You know why."
"Why did you come back?"
"I had some unfinished business."
"You know I don't know what will happen now. With him, I mean. And me and, well, it. And then you. It's a lot to deal with."
"I know. But I'm here. Just know that."
"It should've been you."
"I know."