Stephanie paced the floor from the kitchen to the front door to the window overlooking the street, wringing her hands and rubbing her belly and sighing deeply. Her girlfriend, Cathy, watched her angrily, fighting to remain silent. When Stephanie looked out the window for the tenth time in less than two minutes Cathy could no longer remain silent.
"Why did you even invite him over if it's freaking you out so much?"
"He needed the car."
"So? Tell him to get his own damn car. What does he need a car for anyway?"
"I don't know. He said he needed to move some boxes or something."
"I hope he's not doing anything illegal."
"Todd? Please. He wouldn't hurt a fly. And I mean he literally would not hurt a fl y."
Stephanie rubbed her belly again and then glanced out the window once more.
"You never told him huh?"
"How could I, knowing how he feels about it?"
"I can hand him the keys for you if you'd like? You don't have to see him. He doesn't have to see you." "What will you tell him?"I don't have to tell him shit. He's the one who fucked up. You're my woman now. I'll just tell him you don't want to see him."You sound like a male chauvinist when you say I'm your woman." "You are my woman and there's no goddamn reason for him to see you."
"It is his child."
"He's just a sperm donor. I'm that baby's father. He doesn't want kids remember?"
Stephanie nodded solemnly and looked down at her belly again. She was not at all certain that she didn't want to see Todd again. A part of her was curious to see if he would change his mind about kids if he knew that she was carrying his child. Another part of her didn't want to find out the answer.
When the doorbell rang she handed the keys to Cathy, threw herself down onto the couch and covered her head with the pillow.
"It'll be all right, baby. I'll handle it."