xp_logs | Log - Bobby and Angelo

Bobby talks to his roomie about the situation with Terry. Backdated to Sunday, because I lose.

Bobby got out of bed and threw on a t-shirt and shorts before heading to the kitchenette to scrounge up some breakfast. Ice cream. Ice cream sounded like the perfect breakfast for a freaked-out father to be whose marriage proposal was rejected by his girlfriend yesterday. Maybe with some marshmallow fluff.

Angelo was already there, with his usual coffee, and raised an eyebrow when he saw what Bobby got out. "Kind of early for sugar, isn't it?"

Bobby grunted, which could have been agreement or argument, and spooned some marshmallow fluff directly into the carton, then dug a large bite out and stared at it. "Terry's pregnant," he said flatly.

Angelo blinked. Too early in the morning to assimilate news like that right away. "She's... huh?"

"Pruh-nut," Bobby mumbled around ice cream and gooey marshmallow. He swallowed as soon as he could and sighed, repeating himself more clearly. "She's pregnant."

"....yeah, heard that part. When'd this happen?"

Bobby shrugged. "I just found out on Friday, so I'm assuming....about a month ago? I dunno. I mean, she's not showing or anything." Yet.

"And she's absolutely sure?" Hey, it was worth asking. Scares happened.

Bobby stared into the ice cream carton and snorted. "Sure enough to tell Jay," he muttered. Just not him. He had to find out on his own.

"....what, you mean... Jay told you?"

"Not outright," Bobby clarified, because he didn't want to get Jay in trouble, if it got back to Terry. "Just...steered me toward the conclusion and confirmed it when I realized." He scooped up a bite that was basically all marshmallow fluff and sucked it from the spoon.

"A...ha. An' you've talked to her since then... right?"

Bobby snapped the lid back on the ice cream and tossed the spoon into the sink. He wasn't all that hungry, it seemed. "Done more than talked," he muttered. He stashed the ice cream in the freezer and turned to face Angelo, blushing faintly. "...I proposed to her yesterday."

Angelo, about to say something else, stopped mid-word. "You... proposed to her. Guessin' since you're in here with ice cream, you didn't get the answer you wanted?"

Bobby gave him a look. "Do you think there was an answer I wanted? I don't wanna be married yet...but getting turned down? Didn't feel so hot, either." He groaned and started pacing. "Shit. How did this all happen?"

"Been there", Angelo told him. "Not for the same reason, but... yeah. Asked Paige to marry me, once. Your reason, though... gotta figure out what the two of you are gonna do."

"Put it up for adoption, I guess," Bobby answered, leaning against the counter. "I mean, she's seventeen. What other option do we have?" Especially now that she'd turned him down.

Angelo nodded, not bothering to ask about the other possible option. Bobby would have mentioned it if it was a choice. "Thought about when you're gonna talk to her dad?"

"Gahhh." That was something Bobby did NOT want to think about. "He's gonna kill me, Angelo. Seriously kill me."

"Nah, he's not." He tried for a smile. "Terry wouldn't let him."

Bobby nodded, still not liking the thought of telling Sean he'd gotten his daughter pregnant. "Maybe Terry can tell him," he said hopefully. And he could be in another country, if he was lucky.

"....probably somethin' you should do together, man."

That wasn't what Angelo was supposed to say, and Bobby shot him a dirty look, but relented. "...Yeah, you're probably right." Dead. So very dead.