Unexpected

Chapter 7: The Explanation of "I'm Sorry"

So it was shitty timing on Mayfield's part to bring up the age thing. Yeah- that royally pissed me off to no end. Then again- before he even mentioned it, I was feeling that way. It isn't fair to Emily that I am older and got her pregnant to be left to mother a child at her age. Granted, she's almost thirty anyway, but she's still young and barely wet behind the ears. I highly doubt she'll be able to figure out how a diaper works- not that she's stupid...I should stop talking to myself about this... Oh who am I kidding? If I don't consider what she's feeling right now then I'll never know what we could be. Fuck!

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Picking up his phone, Norman calls the only person who can fill him with wisdom and advice.

Andrew Lincoln.

Yes the good friends always share insight when times get tough and since Andrew is the only adult who knows about Emily- then this should be the best way for Norman to come to grips with the truth and plan accordingly.

"Ello?"

"Andy...it's Norman."

"Ahh...how's it going Dad?" His cheery voice sort of pisses Norman off- why is he so happy all the time?

"Not good...I fucked up."

"What? What do you mean? What'd you do Norman?" Slightly angered, Andy flattens his voice so it becomes pinched almost.

"This doctor thought I was Emily's father and...and it kind of pissed me off so I told Em to find a new guy to be the dad and I'll just support her from out of the picture."

"You told her tha' in the doctors office? Was this before or after you found out the sex of the baby?"

"After..."

"Yer such a dick, Norman. That poor gurl is probably cryin' her eyes out and all cause you can face the facts that yer an old ass man with good swimmers?" Silence dills the recievers and it doesn't take long for Andrew to co tinue speaking his mind. "Listen Mate- you need ta make this right with Emmy. She's a sensitive gurl as it is. Don't ruins this cause yer self concious- cause if you do- I'll have Scott kill ya."

"Okay...okay...what, huh, what if I can't make it better?" It's been two days and she won't take my phone calls, open my emails, or even the door. I went by her place five times and the appology flowers I sent are dead outside her door."

"Well- I know she's going to be at Lauren's house warming party this Saturday. Why don't you meet her there?"

"If she goes to that party- everyone will know she's pregnant. She's straying from the plan she wanted."

"Well, ya better talk to her one way or the other. Listen, I gotta go. I'll see ya Saturday." They hang up and Norman throws his face into his couch cusion. How was thos going to work?

"Dad?" Mingus comes from his bedroom and Norman sits up in his spot and looks at his son. The blonde hair on his head is shorter than usual and his blue eyes burn Norman's skin.

"Yeah, bud?"

"Grandma wanted me to go out to LA to visit her for a while- she wanted me to ask you'll come too. It's apparently very important."

"What's so important that she can't call me about it?" Norman stands up and Mingus twists his fingers into knots as he stares at his feet. "Mingus...what is it?"

"Grandma is in the hospital... It doesn't sound good Dad. We gotta go. Please!" Noticing the tears in his sons eyes, Norman hugs his son and begins to fear the worst for his mother. She's been having heart problems and lately she's been having more and more episodes.

"Alright...alright. We'll go see her. Okay? Everything will be just fine Mingus."

**Four Days Later: Monday**