Scott
Oh god. I didn’t even think… How could I upset Rachel?
I know she’s pregnant and shouldn’t even be stressed out. How could I have been so stupid to completely forget that I’d be leaving her in bed, all by herself, and not explain beforehand or even leave a note?
I rack my brain just trying to think of ways to figure this out, but I can’t. I’ve never had a woman before, I mean yeah I dated in high school a bit before this all started, but who really counts those childish relationships?
A little foreplay under the bleachers is nothing compared to being responsible for another human being’s well-being.
I sit on the couch in my office and run my fingers through my hair, as I continue to think. Finally, it occurs to me. Shark.
No, I’m not talking about an actual shark. I’m talkin
