text ⇄ minerva (4/2/16)
CJ: hi mum. so um… i have some BIG news. like really big.
Mum: You're pregnant? Really CJ I thought you were better than that.
CJ: ha. ha. actually…
Mum: Wait. Really? /You?/ Who's the poor girl you've gotten pregnant?
CJ: no one mum. ive never even… no one. im not the one who knocked up some girl.
Mum: Jake then? He did seem like the type to sleep around. I don't know what you see in that boy.
CJ: obviously something considering were getting married. his name is spencer. and he looks just like jake. he has his eyes. ive never met the mother. but she just sort of dropped him off at our flat in the middle of the night and left. jakes hasnt heard much back from her just a few texts but it doesnt sound like she plans on returning.
Mum: And you're just going to raise this child? Are you sure it's even his?
CJ: he looks just like jake. but he took a paternity test. were expecting the results monday. i dont think the results really matter. jake doesnt want children and hes definitely not going to let sarah take spence back.
Mum: You want to keep the child, don't you?
CJ: what i want doesnt matter. i cant force jake to keep a kid he doesnt want.
Mum: But you do want to keep, Spencer was it?
CJ: yeah i do mum. i really do. i want us to be a family. but jake doesnt. at least not now. ive resigned myself to knowing that.
Mum: These kinds of things have a way of working themselves out. You'll see. Contrary to popular belief, I don't actually dislike your fiancé.
CJ: oh. okay.
Mum: I'm walking into an appointment. I'll text you later, dearie. I love you. See you soon.
CJ: i love you too mum.