Two months had passed since Antoinette had been to Brie's baby shower. She hadn't heard much from the twins so the invite for their birthday came a bit as a surprise. She thought they would be too mad to invite her. They had sent out invitations for dinner tonight.

She walked up Brie's driveway. The front door was left open by one of the other guests that had already arrived. She walked inside and followed the voices into the living room. To her surprise she found Nikki in tears with Brie and other women comforting her. Antoinette put the bag with the birthday presents down on the gift table before making her presence known.

"What's going on?" Antoinette asked.

Nikki snapped her head up and looked angrily at Antoinette.

"Are you happy now, bitch?" Nikki snarled. "He fucking left me!"
"Seth left you?" Antoinette asked.
"Me and the baby," Nikki cried.
"You're pregnant?" Antoinette asked.
"Three weeks," Nikki answered. "You said he would love it, Brie. You told me he would love it once it happened."

Brie cleared her throat but didn't say anything. Clearly she had believed her own words. Antoinette shook her head in disbelief.

"So what's gonna happen now?" Antoinette asked.
"I am not getting an abortion!" Nikki screamed.
"I didn't ask you to but thank you for assuming," Antoinette said dryly. "I meant with everything. Where is he now?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Nikki sneered. "I don't fucking know. He left. I don't know where he went. He's not answering his phone."
"Jeez, Nikki, why would you do this to him? I warned you not to do this," Antoinette said.
"Don't you dare take his side!" Nikki was back to screaming.
"Get out of my house!" Brie screamed too.

Antoinette held up her hands and took a step backwards.

"Happy birthday," Antoinette said without meaning it.

Antoinette left the house and walked towards town. She was planning on finding somewhere to get some dinner since she wasn't getting any at Brie's house as first planned. She found a nice, little pub that served a bit of food as well as alcohol. She rarely drank but she felt like she could do with one drink and some french fries. She stepped inside and was surprised to find Seth sitting at a table already looking drunk. She walked over and sat down.

"Hi, Seth," she said.

He raised his head and smiled at her. A sad and drunk smile.

"Nikki's pregnant," he said.
"I heard," she sighed. "I'm so sorry she did this to you. I told her not to do it."
"You knew?" He asked.
"Brie told her to do it. I really hoped she wouldn't," she answered.
"Thanks a lot for not telling me. I actually thought you liked me," he said.
"I tried getting your number from Nikki's phone. They wouldn't let me. It's not like you ever gave it to me yourself," she defended herself. "And I somehow forgot about it again until tonight where Nikki told me she's pregnant and that you left her."

He sighed and took a sip of his beer. She had never seen him drunk. She knew he was like her. He rarely drank.

"Getting drunk won't solve anything," she said.
"I figured I ought to live my life before the kid arrives," he said.
"You're planning on stepping up and being in its life?" She asked.
"No," he looked down ashamed. "I know I won't get out of paying. That's how the system works. But she can't force me to be there. It's not fair to the kid to have a father around that doesn't love it. The kid will know. Kids aren't that stupid that you can hide it from them."

He emptied his beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"She's the one who chose to baby trap me, yet I'm the bad person for leaving her," he said.
"Not in my book," she said.
"Fuck, I'm drunk," he mumbled.
"I can tell," she chuckled. "Let me get you home. Where are you living these days?"
"With my parents. They're off on a cruise so I just locked myself in and crashed in their guest room," he said.
"I'm gonna need an address," she said.

She got an address from him and got him out in a cab. She went home with him. She paid the cab driver and somehow managed to help Seth to the door. She went through his pockets and found his keys. She had his arm over her shoulders to help him walk through the house until she found what looked like a guest room. Unopened bags were on the floor. Probably Seth's belongings. He fell down on his back on the bed. She started untying his shoelaces to get his boots off, and he smirked in return.

"Are you undressing me?" He asked.
"You wish," she answered.
"I do," he chuckled.

She got him out of his boots, took a look at him and shook her head. She was angry at Nikki for doing this to a great guy. Nikki was attractive. She could easily have found someone else to have kids with instead of trapping a man who didn't want them.

"Sleep, Seth," she said.
"I don't wanna," he said. "I wanna drink."
"Just go to sleep," she said.
"No!" He barked.

He sat up and looked around a bit confused until he remembered he wasn't at the bar anymore. He stood up only to be pushed back down on the bed by Antoinette.

"Hey!" He yelled.
"Hey yourself," she said. "You need to sleep it off, Seth. No more alcohol."
"You're not my mom," he said.
"Thank fuck for that or I would have some really inappropriate fantasies," she said.
"You want me," he grinned.
"Just go to sleep, Seth. Please," she said.
"No, I wanna drink," he said.

He tried getting back up only to be pushed right back down. He tried several times but she kept blocking his way and pushing him back down. He got more and more angry. Not angry at her. Angry at the entire situation with Nikki. Unfortunately Antoinette was the only one there to see that anger and hurt he carried around.

"Get the fuck out!" He snarled.
"Not gonna happen," she said.
"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do?" He asked.
"What I have to do," she answered.
"Hit me, Antoinette," he challenged.
"Seth," she sighed.
"Fucking hit me! Hit me! Hit me, god damn it!" He yelled.

She slapped him. He looked stunned for a second. His eyes slowly moved up to hers again.

"You hit me," he said.
"Because you told me to," she said.
"Kiss me," he said.
"What?" She asked.
"I'm telling you to do something again," he smirked. "Kiss me."

She had wanted to kiss him for so long. Just not like this. But still she chose to do it. She leaned down and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her with him as he leaned back to lie on the bed. Soon she was on top of him, ending the kiss by pecking his lips a few times before raising her head to look at him lying there with his eyes closed and a little smile on his face.

"Sleep," she said lowly.
"It should have been you," he mumbled. "I always wanted you. Ever since we first met. Why couldn't it have been you instead of Nikki? Why couldn't I have met you before her?"