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Chapter Three
The drive back to the house was quiet, Coralie speading down the street as Craig thought about what she had said. She wanted him to father her child.
"Like Sperm donation?"
"We'd have sex, I'd get pregnant, then I'd have the kid." She looked at him. "I'm not on vacation. I quit my job. I'll probably try to find a job at a station far enough outside Toronto...but not too far. So that no one knew about the baby, but that if you wanted to see it now and again it would be ok. Not often. Just think about it." Coralie concluded as she parked the car into the driveway.
Craig was shocked. Of all the things she could have asked him this was something he didn't expect. He had a ton of questions, but figured they could wait.
The five of them sat down for dinner, Angie happy to see Coralie again. Coralie had been sending her birthday and Christmas presents, something Craig didn't realize until it was mentioned over dinner. Craig realized that there was a lot he didn't know about the last two years in Coralie's life.
"So, Coralie, are you dating anyone?" Caitlin asked. "Because I never thought to add an 'and guest' to your wedding invitation."
"No, I'm not dating anyone right now. Its not something I'm interested in. Maybe once my career is going." Coralie was always a skilled liar, she considered it one of her talents. She knew that if she mentioned how she wanted a baby, things might come out that she didn't want.
As they finished the meal the doorbell rang. It was a very angry Marco Del Rossi. "I'm going to break up with him."
"You've been saying that for at least three of the six months you've been dating Dylan." Craig replied, casually, as he let Marco in.
"He's driving me crazy. Relationships suck."
"Ah, a young cynic." Coralie smiled at Marco, who went over and gave him a hug. "Come on tell me about it. Is there somewhere quiet we can go?"
"My room" Craig offered, and he saw a look of nervousness pass over Joey's face, then it passed. Marco would be there, and everyone was home. The three of them headed up to Craigs room.
"I don't know, maybe its time for Dylan and I to break up."
"Its your choice man." Craig had heard this before from Marco.
"I mean..he's the only guy I've dated."
Coralie nodded. "You know I was married once, right?" Marco shook his head. "You don't? I figured Craig mentioned it. So, yeah, I married right out of high school. We'd dated for four years, I thought he was It. He wasn't..."
Marco and Craig nodded. "Like with me and Ashley." Craig agreed. "I loved her but it just..wasn't right."
"Sometimes, Marco, you have to ride training wheels before a bike. Dylan might be your training wheels." At Marco's nod Coralie went on. "But he might not be-you have to decide that for yourself."
"How'd you get so smart?" Craig joked.
"Years of experiance, Craigo." Something passed between them at the use of her old nickname for him. Something intangible, that made Craig realize that for him, she wasn't training wheels. He knew then that they would have to have a nice long chat about her question for him. He also knew he wasn't going to be saying no.
Chapter Three
The drive back to the house was quiet, Coralie speading down the street as Craig thought about what she had said. She wanted him to father her child.
"Like Sperm donation?"
"We'd have sex, I'd get pregnant, then I'd have the kid." She looked at him. "I'm not on vacation. I quit my job. I'll probably try to find a job at a station far enough outside Toronto...but not too far. So that no one knew about the baby, but that if you wanted to see it now and again it would be ok. Not often. Just think about it." Coralie concluded as she parked the car into the driveway.
Craig was shocked. Of all the things she could have asked him this was something he didn't expect. He had a ton of questions, but figured they could wait.
The five of them sat down for dinner, Angie happy to see Coralie again. Coralie had been sending her birthday and Christmas presents, something Craig didn't realize until it was mentioned over dinner. Craig realized that there was a lot he didn't know about the last two years in Coralie's life.
"So, Coralie, are you dating anyone?" Caitlin asked. "Because I never thought to add an 'and guest' to your wedding invitation."
"No, I'm not dating anyone right now. Its not something I'm interested in. Maybe once my career is going." Coralie was always a skilled liar, she considered it one of her talents. She knew that if she mentioned how she wanted a baby, things might come out that she didn't want.
As they finished the meal the doorbell rang. It was a very angry Marco Del Rossi. "I'm going to break up with him."
"You've been saying that for at least three of the six months you've been dating Dylan." Craig replied, casually, as he let Marco in.
"He's driving me crazy. Relationships suck."
"Ah, a young cynic." Coralie smiled at Marco, who went over and gave him a hug. "Come on tell me about it. Is there somewhere quiet we can go?"
"My room" Craig offered, and he saw a look of nervousness pass over Joey's face, then it passed. Marco would be there, and everyone was home. The three of them headed up to Craigs room.
"I don't know, maybe its time for Dylan and I to break up."
"Its your choice man." Craig had heard this before from Marco.
"I mean..he's the only guy I've dated."
Coralie nodded. "You know I was married once, right?" Marco shook his head. "You don't? I figured Craig mentioned it. So, yeah, I married right out of high school. We'd dated for four years, I thought he was It. He wasn't..."
Marco and Craig nodded. "Like with me and Ashley." Craig agreed. "I loved her but it just..wasn't right."
"Sometimes, Marco, you have to ride training wheels before a bike. Dylan might be your training wheels." At Marco's nod Coralie went on. "But he might not be-you have to decide that for yourself."
"How'd you get so smart?" Craig joked.
"Years of experiance, Craigo." Something passed between them at the use of her old nickname for him. Something intangible, that made Craig realize that for him, she wasn't training wheels. He knew then that they would have to have a nice long chat about her question for him. He also knew he wasn't going to be saying no.