Emma didn't even stop to think until she reached her room. I can't believe this, I am not having a baby, I refuse to have a baby, it'll destroy my figure she thought furiously as she flipped through the phone book for the closest abortion clinic. "I know Hank won't do it, fuck, he looked like a wounded puppy when he finally did understand what I was saying. Why would anyone want a child?" she asked herself glancing at the mirror and trying to see if she looked any different, she didn't except for the tear tracks on her usually perfect face. He didn't even come after me! she added to her thoughts glaring at the door almost as if begging it to open and reveal Hank standing there with flowers. "Roses," she muttered aloud smiling at the thought. Suddenly she remembered something she had witnessed awhile ago. "Pregnant women gets lot of attention, I would get a lot of attention, I'd have Hank wrapped around my finger," she mused smirking as if loving the idea of being treated like a queen. "I could always have surgery to fix any damage to my looks, it's not as if I haven't already done that," she added softly sitting down on the bed to contiplate this new perspective. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Hank Emma realized before she even opened it. Sure enough, there was Hank standing there, looking as if he was trying to stay calm.
"Hi handsome," Emma purred kissing Hank on the lips with a smile.
"Emma, can we..." Hank started but Emma interrupted him.
"What do you think of the name Emmy for a girl? It's got class," she asked laughing mentally at the expression of confusion on Hank's face.
"You changed your mind?"
"Of course I did, I thought about it, and decided it would be um, better for all of us if I kept the baby, of course, I'll need a lot of help," she whispered in his ear smirking mentally and wondering if this plan would really work how she wanted it to.