Emma flipped through the book Hank had given her about pregnancy and child birth and with every page she read the more she wanted to end this right now. She couldn't even begin to imagine how bad she would look after a few months and then there was how she would look once the brat was born.
"Hank, I'm not sure I can through with this," she said softly looking up from the book. Hank was sitting at his desk as usual, but this time he was smiling imagining what it would be like to be a father, imagining what his future child would be like.
"What do you mean, Emma, of course you can, thousands of woman give birth a year."
"No, I mean I don't want to, I don't think I want this..this...this baby," she stated trying to get her point across. Hank stared at Emma as if he didn't believe her.
"Emma, please tell me you don't mean that!"
"I do, I don't want a child, Hank, I never did. This was all a mistake. I'm going to see a doctor about an abortion before it's too late," Emma said calmly, coolly like she wasn't even talking about the fate of a child, but something that wasn't important.
"Emma, please, think about this. You're upset, scared. There's no changing your mind if you go through with this, what about us?"
"What about us, Hank? Did you think I wanted a real relationship, that I wanted marriage?" Emma asked wrinkling her nose up at the last word as if it was absolutely despicable in her mind. Hank gasped unable to believe this was the woman he thought he loved.
"Of course, didn't you?"
"No, I wanted you in bed, that was it. And don't try to stop me, Hank. It's my body and my choice," with that Emma tossed Hank's book back at him and stalked out of the infirmary leaving Hank staring at the closed door tears forming in his blue eyes.