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These last few weeks have been total hell for me. I lost a friend-we were more than friends-Krystabel. Meredith is pregnant with a baby I'm not ready for. My life just tipped into disaster.

I sighed as I sat on a bench kicking stones. I wish everything could be normal, maybe if Krystabel didn't come to Paris……

Who was he kidding? He wouldn't trade meeting Krystabel for anything.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He brought it out and then answered the call.

"We need to talk" she spoke over the line and hung up before I replied.

I hated that phrase 'we need to talk'. Every time it was used, there was always bad news attached to it.

My mum had told me we needed to talk, I found out she had cancer. Meredith had told me she needed to talk, I found out she was pregnant.

I stood up from the bench and made my way to Krystabel's apartment.

Was she pregnant? Is that why she called? I can't have two ladies with my baby at the same time. That would be…..

I quickened my pace and got to her