Chapter 6: Discoveries (part 2)

Emily and Violet sat together at the table. Violet sat there, mostly thinking to herself. When she was younger, she never really noticed all the things wrong with her life. It was hard to think about even going back to her mom now. She only had one more year though, and then she could move out and do what ever she wanted.

"You usually have more to say," Emily noted. Even though Violet could bother her a little, the silence was bothering her even more right now. It was like she knew something that she wasn't telling her.

Violet looked to her. "I was told that if I have nothing nice to say, that I shouldn't say anything at all," she responded.

Emily smiled to her. "Never stopped you before."

"Things change," Violet responded. Her eyes wandered down to the table before her. That was the best that she could come up with right now and hoped that it prevented further questioning.

"Did something by any chance happen this morning that bothered you?" Emily implored, genuinely concerned.

Violet sighed. She leaned forward on the table, a smirk forming as her eyes went back up to Emily. "You had a pretty perfect life growing up didn't you?" she questioned.

Emily was perplexed by the question as she looked to Violet for a minute. "I wouldn't say perfect," she answered.

"But, you got along with your parents and sister. Right?"

"Yes."

"You grew up getting attention from mommy and daddy. They would take you to do all the fun and exciting things. Your sister would give you advice on things. Everyone had to fight every once in a while but when it came down to it, you guys actually liked having each other around. Right?" Violet inquired.

"For the most part," Emily replied, still wondering where all of this was coming from.

Violet nodded. "And you and Bob are gonna turn out to be pretty good parents," she softly stated more to herslf. She then sat back in her chair and stared off towards the side. "I guess that's how it work, so it's all just as well."

"Do you mind telling what you're going on about?" Emily was starting to get concerned about all of this.

A smug, crooked smile came across Violet's face as she looked to Emily from the corners of her eyes. "I believe that if you actually listened, that you'll pick up on it sooner or later. And until then, its for me to know and you to figure out."

Emily quizzically looked to her, wondering if she should really be concerned, or if this was just something that Violet was doing to mess with her. At this point, she wouldn't put it past her. At the same time though, she would feel guilty ignoring an actual problem.

Violet softly laughed. "Don't worry. It's really not your problem anyways," she assured her. "You have better things to worry about anyways."

Emily just nodded in response. She didn't know how to take that response either. Something was missing, and apart of her was afraid to actually know what it was.

Ooo

The elevator doors opened and Violet and Emily stepped off the elevator together as Bob walked Elliot out into the lobby.

"I'll see you tomorrow Mr. Carlin," Bob called to him as he walked towards the elevator.

Elliot stopped and looked back to him. "I really wish you wouldn't say that. You might curse me now," he stated.

"Nothing's gonna happen to you because I said something Mr. Carlin. I, I wish you could learn that," Bob replied.

"Will too," Elliot argued and then walked over to the elevator.

"I would be willing to push you down the elevator shaft to help prove your point," Violet offered.

"Why don't you go play out in the street?" Elliot asked as he pushed the down button.

"Bet you more cars would be willing to hit your ugly face than they would me," she quipped.

"How, how about you two come into my office," Bob offered. He didn't like Elliot and Violet arguing, and most importantly, he wanted to hear what Emily had to say. By this point, he figured that she was pregnant. She had this happy, content look to her. She was distracted enough to not even want to interfere with Violet and Elliot.

"See ya dog face," Violet said.

"Later brat," Elliot responded before stepping into the elevator.

Emily looked between the two as she followed Violet into the office. Bob nodded to Emily as he stood in the doorway, holding the door. He knew, and she knew that he knew.

Violet went and sat back down on top of the desk as she watched him close the door. Emily just stood there in the middle of the room, waiting for the perfect chance to make her announcement. "I'm pregnant!" she finally burst as soon as Bob was facing her.

That was the moment that Bob went numb. He was scared. That was the only way that he could describe it. He couldn't show that to Emily though, she was too excited. It would break his heart to see this ruined for her. "Really?" he implored, forcing a smile.

"Nah, the doctor's a crackhead. She as a really odd version of the flu," Violet remarked.

Emily and Bob both glanced back to her. They kind of just ignored her though. Bob went ahead and hugged Emily and then kissed her. "Con, congratulations," he forced.

"Congratulations to you too," Emily replied, slightly laughing.

Violet sat in the background watching, wondering if Emily could tell that he was feigning happiness right now. It was obvious to her, but then again, she was the one who had freaked him out the other night.

"Bob? I want you to be honest," Emily began, going from happy to serious.

"No you don't," Violet cut in.

Bob looked over to her. "Why are you here?" he inquired.

"You invited me in. You have to keep a constant eye on me, remember?"

Emily sighed as she grabbed Bob's hands. "I want you to be honest with me. Are you okay with this?"

Bob looked her straight in the eyes. It was hard to say yes, but he couldn't honestly say no either. It was weird, it was like he didn't know how he felt. Anything he said would have been wrong. "I'm nervous," he admitted. "I, I mean, what if this baby turns out," he stopped a second and motioned over to Violet. "What, what if she turns out like her?"

"Gotta be honest, that hurt Bob," Violet dryly replied as she rested her head in her hands.

Emily's face completely dropped. "Are you saying that you won't love them if they turn out to be bad?" she questioned, hurt by what he was implying.

"Now I'm bad," Violet muttered.

Bob ignored Violet and sighed. "Now Emily, I, I never said that. I'm just saying that I don't want to have a heart attack because my fourteen year old is, is out getting arrested somewhere," he explained.

Right after Bob said that to Emily, Violet knew that this wasn't going to end well. She reached over and grabbed the pad of paper off of his desk and started writing a note.

Emily just looked to him, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "If that's how you feel," she softly replied, trying her hardest to maintain her composure.

Bob reached over and embraced her. "I love you, and I'll love the baby," he assured her. "I just, I need some time to adjust."

Emily pulled back and forced a smile to him. "I know," she replied. "I'm gonna go home now," she informed him and then looked back to Violet, signaling for her to follow her.

Violet set the notepad back on the desk and climbed down.

Bob just watched the two left and then went over to see what the young girl had been doing with his notepad. Curiously, he picked it and started reading the note she scribbled on there. "Kind of vain to worry about how you'll be affected when she's the one having the baby isn't it? Oh yeah, and you owe me ten dollars," he read out loud and then tossed the pad back onto the desk.

As hard as it was for him to admit it, she was right. He acted like a jerk and he had to apologize and show her that he did care.