Actions … for every action we take there is both a good and bad reaction. Mommy told me that once. Take my birth for instance. Two complete strangers came together to create another living human being. The good reaction was that I was born and that I am now the best thing that happened to my mommy and my daddy. The bad reaction would be the fact that in order for me to be born people had to get hurt in the process. Whether it was accidental or not they still got hurt. Sometimes I lay in my crib and think about this. But the thoughts are fleeting, I love my life and wouldn't trade it for the world. Well I wouldn't trade most things …
Coming home was something that John seemed not to enjoy as much lately as he once did. He had a comfortable home in a nice neighborhood . He was what some might consider lucky but he also had a fiancée who pressed his nerves as of late. His feelings for Liz were complicated at best. He wasn't sure why they were even together any more. She was all about partying with her friends and drinking, that is not to say John was a saint or anything because he was far from it and if he could get away with it he could drink most people under the table but he also knew enough to be sober or semi sober while working and he always made sure he was sober by the time he went out to the ring. Liz on the other hand had no job and was content hanging out with her friends and spending his money. Now that he had a baby to think about did he really want someone like that around his future son or daughter. He still had some time to decide. He pulled his car into the driveway and stepped out into the warm Florida air. The sun was just getting ready to set and the sky was a crimson mask. Grabbing his bags from the backseat he headed towards his front door. It was unlocked, his jaw tightened with annoyance although they lived in a relatively safe neighborhood that doesn't mean he wasn't worried about having his house broken into and he had asked her a million and one times to keep the door locked.
"Liz" he called out stepping into his front foyer.
"John" the woman in question exuberantly launched herself into her fiancée's arms claiming his lips with her own.
John pulled away quickly, his annoyance with her momentarily subsided. He wouldn't feel comfortable being affectionate with her until he told her what he needed to tell her.
"I'm so happy you are home" she babbled excitedly.
"I'm happy to be home" he replied half truthfully.
"Are you going to be home for a little while because I wanted to discuss wedding plans?" she asked him with hands on her hips just incase she didn't like his answer.
"A week or so but then I have to go back to Boston to take care of some stuff" he told her.
"What stuff?" she gave him a curious look "is it some sort of surprise for me?"
"Well … you'll definitely be surprised"
She frowned "You don't sound very convincing"
"We need to talk" he gently grabbed her elbow and led her into their living room.
"John are you breaking the engagement off again?" she asked already bored. "you know we always do this we break up and then get back together it's starting to get annoying John it really is"
"Will you shut your mouth for like 2 seconds" he snapped already feeling a huge headache coming on.
"Jeez sorry" she huffed plopping down onto the sofa.
He took a nearby chair. He sighed placing his head in his hands. He didn't speak right away and she left him alone long enough to think of what he wanted to say.
"We like to pretend we don't sleep with other people but you and I both know you sleep with other guys and I sleep with other women"
"Yeah … and don't tell me you fell for one of those ring rats" she scoffed finding the idea almost the tiniest bit amusing.
"No … and she's not a ring rat I met her at a restaurant and well we had sex in her car"
"Skank … I hope you were smart and used two condoms … lord only knows what you caught"
"She's having my baby"
Liz, who had previously been lying across the couch sat straight up. Her mouth slightly open shock was written across her face.
"Please tell me I didn't just hear what I thought I did" she glared disgustedly at him.
"You heard me right" he replied.
"How do you even know this kid is yours" he handed her the envelope with the test results that had been in his pocket. She read the results over carefully looking for any proof of forgery or discrepancy.
"Proof enough?" he asked placing both hands behind his head.
"This is not cool John … we are supposed to be getting married"
"Do you think I planned this" he shot back at her "I was perfectly content with my life before this woman dropped this news into my lap"
"How could you let this happen?" she spat angrily at him.
"I was drunk … you should know all about that Liz"
"At least I can take solace that I am smart enough not to get pregnant" she yelled.
He got up and left the room. Grabbing his bag which he had dropped in the foyer. She followed him all the while glaring holes into his back.
"Where are you going?" she asked, her voice raising a few octaves.
"To Rob's house I'll be home when you aren't being such a bitch" with that he closed the door behind him and she watched as he got into his car and sped off.