DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Scrubs characters because they are owned by NBC and Bill Lawrence. This story is entirely fictional and my thoughts do not reflect the thoughts of NBC and Bill Lawrence.
Chapter 1: My Breakup
It was a week before the wedding and Turk was hella nervous. This was a commitment he would make and would have to keep for the rest of his life. He didn't want to go through a divorce and get screwed like his older brother did. But he didn't have a much to lose like him. No, what was he thinking. He wasn't going to divorce Carla. She was the woman of his dreams. All this was running through Turk's head as he got ready for a romantic dinner with Carla.
About an hour later, right after they had ordered their meals, both Carla and Turk relaxed and watched the sun set out of the window. "Baby," said Carla, "what do you think we're gonna name our children?"
"Children," thought Turk "I have to tell her. She has to know."
"Turk, did you hear me?"
"Yea."
"Well?"
"More bread, sir." Asked the waiter.
"Umm, yea, sure." Turk told the waiter. He then focused his attention to Carla. "Nice sunset."
Throughout dinner, Turk managed to aviod the discussion of children. But it looked him dirtectly in the face when they go back to the apartment.
"So, what will we name them?"
"Baby, I need to tell you something. I can't have children. I'm... sterile."
Carla was a bit shocked by this news for the first few seconds. Then she was just angry. Then furious.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THIS! YOU EXPECT ME TO JUST GO THROUGH THIS WORLD WITHOUT ANYTHING TO RAISE AND NOTHING TO GIVE LOVE TO!"
"We raise Rowdy. And you can give your love to me."
"I need to rethink this." She took the engagement ring off her finger and threw it at Turk. He just sat there stunned as she walked out the door. Right after Carla left, Elliot stumbled into the door drunk. As she flops onto the couch, Turk slowly drops his head into her lap.
"What's wrong with you? You look like someone just called off an engagement on you."
Turk slowly nodded his head. "Aww. You poor baby."
Through the night, Elliot comforted Turk through his mess.
Chapter 1: My Breakup
It was a week before the wedding and Turk was hella nervous. This was a commitment he would make and would have to keep for the rest of his life. He didn't want to go through a divorce and get screwed like his older brother did. But he didn't have a much to lose like him. No, what was he thinking. He wasn't going to divorce Carla. She was the woman of his dreams. All this was running through Turk's head as he got ready for a romantic dinner with Carla.
About an hour later, right after they had ordered their meals, both Carla and Turk relaxed and watched the sun set out of the window. "Baby," said Carla, "what do you think we're gonna name our children?"
"Children," thought Turk "I have to tell her. She has to know."
"Turk, did you hear me?"
"Yea."
"Well?"
"More bread, sir." Asked the waiter.
"Umm, yea, sure." Turk told the waiter. He then focused his attention to Carla. "Nice sunset."
Throughout dinner, Turk managed to aviod the discussion of children. But it looked him dirtectly in the face when they go back to the apartment.
"So, what will we name them?"
"Baby, I need to tell you something. I can't have children. I'm... sterile."
Carla was a bit shocked by this news for the first few seconds. Then she was just angry. Then furious.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THIS! YOU EXPECT ME TO JUST GO THROUGH THIS WORLD WITHOUT ANYTHING TO RAISE AND NOTHING TO GIVE LOVE TO!"
"We raise Rowdy. And you can give your love to me."
"I need to rethink this." She took the engagement ring off her finger and threw it at Turk. He just sat there stunned as she walked out the door. Right after Carla left, Elliot stumbled into the door drunk. As she flops onto the couch, Turk slowly drops his head into her lap.
"What's wrong with you? You look like someone just called off an engagement on you."
Turk slowly nodded his head. "Aww. You poor baby."
Through the night, Elliot comforted Turk through his mess.
