Rogue

“Say what?”

I was still a bit dazed from Claire’s confession.

“I told you to sit down. But you insisted on standing,” she said as we stood in the living room. I came home and thought that I’ll bring her something that I made this afternoon. It was the best Bouillabaisse that I'd ever made and she was a fan of French cuisine, so I brought it home in between class.

“I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby.”

It was as if she’d rehearsed the speech as she said it, over and over again.

We were going to be parents.

I was going to be a dad.

Shit!

“Great,” I said as I lifted her up and hugged her. Fuck, I wish that I was taking acting classes and not culinary, because I was fucking panicking, but I didn’t want her to worry. I wasn’t going to run away from this, but it was a little much to take in. I never thought of becoming a dad, so something like this being sprung at me out of nowhere would obviously be a shock.

It was definitely my responsibility, and I really wanted to be with Claire,