‘we’re just about ready to sign off on our divorce papers but oh shit wait i think i’m pregnant and i’m a hundred percent certain it’s yours because i’m haven’t been ready to move on intimately just yet so maybe…, i guess, maybe we could give this another shot and try falling in love all over again’
Val looked down at the papers in front of her and took a slow breath. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen them, the things had been revised and handed to her twice already, but she couldn’t bring herself to actually sign her name. Not with him sitting across the table looking at her, and not with what she knew. It really couldn’t be blamed just on her. They’d both ripped each others clothes off when he came back for his stuff. Now there was a child that was going to get the short end of this stick and it wasn’t fair. Though it was probably less fair that her soon to be ex-husband didn’t know. A wave of nausea hit her and she shook her head. “I need a minute.” Dropping the pen on the table she pushed her chair back and was out of the room before anyone could protest.
Once the door shut she started to pace. “It’s okay. I can do this, just sign the paper. Right?” She stopped walking and put her hand on her stomach. “It’s the right thing to do because we aren’t working and this is good for us. We need to be done before it gets really bad. And it wouldn’t be fair to you.” The sound of the door closing again made her tense before turning back to look at the man standing there. “I said it would just be a minute.”