NOTES: This is Will's aforementioned Christmas chapter. It's the polar opposite of Tunny's because, given the timeline of the plot, Will's still in deep shit with Heather. Sorry for the depressing chapter; if you want some funny, go read my new oneshot Salute to a Saint's Haircut if you haven't already. Reviews make me happy! DFTBA and ETIRT, Evita.

PROMPTS: A40 – Good Riddance/C15 – Affront

RATING: T for language

CHARACTERS: Will and Heather

Good Riddance

"Hello?"

"Hey…it's Will."

"Yeah, I know."

"Um…how's– I mean, how are you and, um–"

"We're fine."

"Good…good. Hey, I was just wondering…"

"What?"

"Uh, since today, uh…I was wondering, um…if I could…"

"You can't see him, if that's it."

"But–"

"I have plans all day. There's no time."

"Heather–"

"I said no, Will."

"…okay…can I– Can I talk to him?"

"Will, he can't talk yet."

"But…can you just hold the phone up so I can say hi, or–"

"I could. Or you could be here, having Christmas with us all day, but you helped me rule that out a long time ago."

"I just–"

"I hope you realize that waiting until now to decide you want to be a father was a really shitty idea."

"Heather, can I just–"

"If you really wanted to see him, you could've at least called sometime besides Christmas morning."

"Well, sorry. You want me to call your fucking secretary next time so she can try and fit me in your schedule?"

"Just stop, Will. I'm not doing this today."

"All I'm saying–"

"I have to go."

"Heather–"

Click.

…click.