And we are back!
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Seth stared at Summer. Eventually his eyes trickled down to his feet. Summer was still about an inch away from him, but he was a hundred miles away.
"So..." he whispered. "So, okay. We need to-"
Marissa burst into the dressing room. "Oh, gross! What the hell, you guys? I don't want to see that!"
"Umm...hey, Coop. This isn't what it looks like," Summer said, motioning between her and Seth.
"Yeah, we weren't like making out or anything," Seth added, which earned him a jab in the ribs from Summer.
"Right…" Marissa said, clearly not believing them.
"We were talking about-" Summer smacked Seth upside the head.
"Ow! What the hell?" he asked. He hadn't even said anything.
"Talking about what?" Marissa asked, confused.
"About the bad clothes in this store," Summer covered. "They're terrible. So, let's go," she said, pushing Marissa out of the dressing room and pulling Seth behind her.
"Oh, it's okay, Summer," Seth mumbled. "I don't use that side of my head anyway."
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The second Summer got home she hid under her covers, flinching everytime the doorbell rang. And it rang. Around the sixteenth time, she nodded off, and the next thing she was aware of was a sudden blast of cool air as the blanket was pulled off her head.
"What the hell was that?" he asked.
"Jesus, Cohen!" she yelled, grabbing for her blanket. "Do you want to be decapitated today because right now, you're heading for it!"
"What the hell was that?" he repeated, slower this time.
"What the hell was what?" she asked, exasperated.
"Marissa doesn't know?" He crossed his arms over his chest.
"You're damn right Marissa doesn't know," she said, angry. "And don't even think about telling her!" She pointed her finger at him in what she hoped was a threatening way.
"I have better things to do than tell Marissa," he said, taking a seat on her bed.
"Like?"
"Like talk to you about…this." He motioned towards her stomach.
She sighed, but her death glare stayed. "We have to do something, I guess."
Seth nodded, and risked moving an inch or two closer to her. "Yes."
Summer's glare started to fade, until her face was totally blank. "What do you want to do?"
Seth choked on his tongue. "What do YOU want to do?" he gasped, when he managed to catch his breath. Summer shrugged. "You can't leave this up to me," he said.
"Cohen, don't make me do this." He shook his head not looking at her, staring at his feet. "Please," she
croaked, sounding like she had suddenly gotten a bad cold. "Because I don't know what to do here, Seth." He winced at the use of his first name.
"Do you want to have this baby?" he asked.
She shrugged, angry when her eyes started to fill with tears. "This is so not how I planned my life to be."
"Summer," he said, taking her shoulders and forcing her to look up at him. "We need to make a decision."
"It's complicated!" she yelled.
"I know it's complicated!" he said back. "Things like this aren't supposed to be easy. But we made a kid and now we have to decide what to do with it."
Summer let out a breath slowly, and muttered something Seth couldn't hear. "What?" he asked, leaning in.
Not meeting his eyes, and using a voice he hardly recognized as hers, she said, "It's not a kid yet."
"Summer." Seth closed his eyes, the tiniest bit irritated. "What do you want to DO?" he asked firmly. He looked down, and was surprised to see her anxiously tracing circles around her belly button.
"I don't-" she started but he cut her off.
"Don't say you don't know," he told her. "I'm not going to keep running circles with you. Just tell me this, do you want this baby to happen or not?"
She sat still for a while and Seth started to wonder whether or not his words had even registered. After a while, she nodded her head the tiniest bit. Then, she looked up at him and her eyes were wide and scared-looking. "I want to keep it," she said quietly.
Seth breathed a sigh of relief at finally getting an answer out of her. "Okay."
"Okay," she said back, and a smile played on her lips. "Cohen. There's...there's going to be a baby."
Apparently, this hadn't quite registered with Seth, since his eyes grew much wider than they ever normally got.
"Cohen?" Summer asked. "Cohen!" she said again, a little alarmed.
He finally glanced at her with dinner-plate eyes. "Can we name him Seth?"
Summer giggled. "Oh, Cohen," she said loftily, patting his arm. "Don't you think I would say your name if I liked it?"
"Niiice."
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