Jake sat up and glared bleary-eyed at the ringing phone beside her bed.
"Damn you!" she muttered as she reached for the receiver, "It's only 3a.m.!!"
"Hi sweetie…" Jake winced as the shrill voice of her mother, Monica Pratt, exploded through the silent night.
"Mom! It's, like, 3a.m.! Couldn't you have phoned at a normal time when your daughter isn't trying to catch some beauty sleep?!?!" she sighed, exasperated, knowing her mother didn't actually care.
"I'm sorry darling, it's just I have so much to tell you! Well firstly I have a gorgeous new man in my life, René is lovely you'll absolutely adore him everybody does he's a film director I'm doing the lead in his next role he'll have to write the pregnancy in somehow oh yes darling that's another thing I have to tell you I'm preg…."
Jake, whose mind had been wandering, clicked to attention. "WHAT?!?! You're PREGNANT?!?!? How can you be TELLING me this?!?! You're like old enough to be my mother…ok so you are my mother but STILL!!! You are too old to have a baby!!! How far gone are you, I mean can't you get rid of it or something? You know I love you Mom I don't want you to put your life in danger or anything…"
"Jacqueline I..." Monica sounded startled, and Jake regretted her harsh words. "I'm 15 weeks gone, that's almost 4 months. And I refuse to terminate this baby! I didn't expect you to react like this! I'm sorry Jacqueline, you'll just have to get used to this!" with that, Monica slammed the phone down, leaving a stunned Jake hanging onto an empty line.
Pregnant. Oh my G-d my mother is pregnant. I'm gonna have to tell Hamilton!
Completely ignoring the fact that it was only a little after three in the morning, she slipped a sweatshirt over her T-shirt and boxers then padded out into the cold October night.