He swallowed. "You won't believe this. Ems. Em's pregnant."
"You knocked her up, you idiot!"
He looked at him like he had 2 heads.
"She- she can't keep it!"
Sean: Dude, as your man, I have to say, you're in a shitload! And if you make Em get an abortion...
"I know! I know! I'm an idiot! A BIG HUGE GIGANTIC SCUM and YOU'LL KILL ME...!"
"A bro's gotta look out for you two."
He fell onto the seat.
"What am I gonna do...?"
"What did she say...? All of it depends on her."
"I think she wants to keep it, Sean. I can see it in her eyes. She wants us to have this baby. But, I don't know..."
"Well, you better find out dude. This. Is. A. Big. Deal."
"You two are about to have a bun in the oven."
"I know, I know!"
Emma's pacing back and forth. Spike gave her a sneer. "Pregnant and broke!"
"You know what, I shouldn't have told you, but just thought you should have known."
"But, you're going to ruin your grandchild's life! Because Spike is just a drunk drugged up mother who doesn't give a 2 cent about anyone anymore!"
"Dude, stop your pacing. You're giving me a headache."
"Are you insane or something...?"
"You're wearing a hole in the carpet!"
"Pacing is good. Pacing gives me a distraction."
"I need to be away from you for a while." She was surprised when he came back, but like always, he made a snarky remark. She was starting to get a migraine by him.
This wasn't good on her sanity.
"You talked to Sean...?"
"Yeah."
"I need you to be there 24/7. Can you do that...? I mean we can survive the booze and your bad habits. But, Jay, I can't have you skipping."
"You need to be for me and the kid."
He was starting to seriously regret. This was serial. Scary even. A new territory.
He sat with Sean again. They were sharing a drink. "I can't get drunk anymore. High. Or smoke weed/party." He rubbed the little stub he was growing from stress and lack of sleep.
"Revolution of the year," Sean said sarcastically.
"She's driving this too far."