I had decided I needed to stay with some roomates. I knew a few University buddies that had jobs at London City Airport and knew they'd help me out. I had first started as a janitor, cleaning this and that at gates here and there, until a security guard quit. My friends and roomates talked me up to their boss and I became the newest member of the airport security team. It was a good gig. Anything from the food stations, bars and coffe shops for free, driving around on those golf carts, half price at souvenior shops (even with it though, it was still expensive as fuck), and keeping the peace for travelers just trying to get from one place to another.

Unfortunalty, this ment I saw a lot of families on holiday as well. Everytime I saw an infant or child with their mother and father, I got a guilty feeling in my gut. But it was ten times as worse when I saw a pregenant woman coming to greet their husband or boyfriend who would hug and kiss then marvel at the belly and gaze into each other's eyes knowing that it was going to be okay now. It was months of this internal drama.

I knew PJ, Jennifer and, worst of all, Phil were looking for me; but I couldn't stay to face them or even talk to them. And what would I say if I did? Sorry I left when I felt overwhelmed, now can you forgive me and go back to the way things were? I was a big twat for leaving but can we just hug it out and move on? What I did was wrong and I love you and I hope someday you'll all forgive me? I probably could have, but I just couldn't bring myself to pick up the phone and start, even though I tried everyday; I couldn't face reality, hormonal Jennifer, angry PJ, nor hurt Phil. I just couldn't.

I was taking a quick break in my golf cart when I saw her. She just got off the escalator and was hooving it to the ticket counter. I couldn't believe it. One, she was so far along; two, she was here; three, she had a suitcase and was expecting to get on a plane to god knew where in her condition; and four, she was here. I quickly threw my cart into life and sped after her, avoiding the pedstrains in the way, of course.

I parked a good thirty feet away but I could still hear the converstion, thanks to the aucostics of the building desgin.

"Hello." She huffed as she heaved her purse onto the counter. "One to America, please." She stated, looking and finding her wallet, ready to pay any cost to get to America.

"Mame, we can't let let you board a flight today in..." The ticket woman named Janice (she was dating a roomate of mine) was looking for the right words. "Your condition. It would be bad, not only for yourself; but the baby as well."

"What makes you think I'm pregenant?" Jennifer challenged to see if she would back down. It was a tough pickle for Janice. She couldn't offend Jennifer if she wasn't pregenant, but she couldn't sell her a ticket either. Janice looked up for help and saw me. I shook my head and helped her look for someone, anyone else who could help her out while Jennifer was tearing her a new one. But there seemed to be commoution on the other side of the airport because I was the only security guard in the entire terminal. I looked back and saw Janice mouth 'Dan please.' and knew my fate was sealed. I locked up the cart and dragged my feet the whole way there until finally I got there and asked

"What seems to be the problem, ladies?" Jennifer froze and turned to look up at me. As Janice explained what was going on, Jennifer and I had an unspoken converstion in a few seconds time.

Jennifer: Is that you?

Me: Yep. How are you?

Jennifer: How could you?

Me: I had to.

Jennifer: You don't even know what you've done to me, to PJ, to Phil.

Me: Don't you think I regret it every moment of everyday for leaving?

Jennifer: Then why didn't you come back?

Me: I was scared and-

Jennifer: SLAP!