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Fiction: Future Plans (454 words)

02 Nov

Patrick never expected that it was going to be Samantha that hurt him the way she did. He had pictured nearly a thousand different ways this relationship could end, and he had been sure he’d thought of them all but—

An affair with his professor and academic advisor?  Well, that’d come out of left field.

“How long?” he asked.

“Uh, a while.  I have a feeling you don’t really want the specifics,” Samantha told her hands.

Patrick ran a hand through his hair.  “No, no you’re right. I don’t want to know.”  He paced back and forth a little while longer before turning to face her again.  “The baby?”  He demanded.

“Yours,” Samantha insisted automatically, “One hundred percent.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“It’d been a while since I’d been with Jai—Professor Richardson.  Long enough that this baby can’t be anyone but yours.  When I found out about it, I called it off with him.  I didn’t want to risk any confusion about it. You deserved to know it was your kid, no matter what you want to think about me and my betrayal, or whatever—you deserve to know this was your kid, and I hope that you can forgive me enough to want to be a part of your child’s life.”

Patrick paced a little bit longer before he sank down next to Samantha on the couch.  “Did you ever love me, Samantha? Really love me?”

“Of course I do.  Maybe not as completely as I wished I did, but I do love you. More than you’d believe at the moment, but I love you.”

Patrick fell backwards on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.  “And I love you.  Heaven help me—but I can’t make myself not love you.  You’re sure the kid is mine?”

“One hundred and twelve percent, but I understand if you don’t believe me.  We can get a paternity test if you want.”

“No.  No, if you’re sure we might as well save us the embarrassment of admitting all that went on here. We’ll get married, yeah? Raise the kid, be a family, just—try to forget this happened.  But, I swear, if you ever pull something like this again, if I even get the suggestion that you are cheating on me, I’m gone, and I’m taking my kid with me.”

“Don’t worry.  I don’t make the same mistake twice.”

Patrick pulled himself up off the bed. “I’m going to go spend a couple of nights at Nick’s house. I love you—but I don’t want to see you for a little while.” Samantha watched him pack a bag and go in silence.  After all, it could be so much worse, what right did she have to complain about that?

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