"I'm pregnant."
John looked back at Ally silently, as she watched him expectantly from the chair in his office. He stood and circled the desk until he was in front of her. "Are you sure?" he asked.
Ally bit her lip and nodded. The uncomfortable silence returned, engrossing the room with the sort of air a funeral gives off. John looked down at Ally thoughtfully. "Larry's?" Ally nodded once more. "I don't think it matters what I think. How do you feel about it?"
"I'm scared, confused, and dazed all at the same time. I always wanted to have children, but with someone who I'm going to be with forever. Someone who's not in Detroit while I'm in Boston." She paused. "I'm keeping the child, John. That's not even a question to consider."
John gently lifted her downturned head to look into her eyes. "You'll be a great mother, Ally. Have no doubt about that. And know this; whatever you do, I will always be there."
Ally stood up and faced away from John. "That's... um... good." She laughed, the painful sort of laugh that occurs when one is forcing themselves to laugh about something, anything. "Actually, that's something I wanted to talk to you about."
John looked back at Ally silently, as she watched him expectantly from the chair in his office. He stood and circled the desk until he was in front of her. "Are you sure?" he asked.
Ally bit her lip and nodded. The uncomfortable silence returned, engrossing the room with the sort of air a funeral gives off. John looked down at Ally thoughtfully. "Larry's?" Ally nodded once more. "I don't think it matters what I think. How do you feel about it?"
"I'm scared, confused, and dazed all at the same time. I always wanted to have children, but with someone who I'm going to be with forever. Someone who's not in Detroit while I'm in Boston." She paused. "I'm keeping the child, John. That's not even a question to consider."
John gently lifted her downturned head to look into her eyes. "You'll be a great mother, Ally. Have no doubt about that. And know this; whatever you do, I will always be there."
Ally stood up and faced away from John. "That's... um... good." She laughed, the painful sort of laugh that occurs when one is forcing themselves to laugh about something, anything. "Actually, that's something I wanted to talk to you about."
