"How the hell did this happen?"
He chuckles. "Well…we kissed. Then we took off each other's clothes. Ripped, actually. We ripped off each other's clothes. Then I took you to my bedroom-"
"Dammit, Paul, I know how it happened. That's not what I meant." Angela chews furiously on her bottom lip, her forehead crinkles with worry. She shakes her head gently and lets out a breath of air. "This wasn't part of the plan."
"Screw plans. You love me. I love you. We knew this was a possibility, babe." He taps the frame of her glasses lightly with his finger. His nonchalance annoys her.
"We weren't supposed to fall in love with each other, Paul!" She's worried. Frightened. His face falls.
"So what?" His voice is rough, full of emotion. "This wasn't part of the plan but…dammit, Ange, I can't help but love you. I love you so much I'm fucking drowning in you. You pull me under, and I don't even care. We can do this. I know we can." His hand brushes so lightly over her stomach. "We can take care of this baby. And I want to. With you."
Her acquiescence is in her kiss.
Screw plans.