JACEY'S POV
"I'm pregnant."
My world crashed down around me at those two little words.
"WHAT?"
Mrs. Squires sighed. "I'm pregnant. I am. I promise. This time I'm not lying."
"This can't be!" I cried. "No... I can't raise a child! Not with you!"
She gave me a look that showed her broken heart. "What?"
"I can't raise this child. Not when I love another. I can't be with you."
My soon to be ex-wife cried as other people cheered on their children. The band had just finished playing, and they were very bad. However, everyone seemed happy. Except ME, of course. Marian and Harold made out in front of everyone awkwardly.
"YOU CANNOT DO THIS!" She screamed.
Everyone looked at us, but pretended not to notice after a minute because we're from Iowa, jeely cly!
"I am sorry..." I tried to calm her by putting a hand on her back.
She ripped away from me. "Don't TOUCH me! At least tell me who she is! Who you are leaving me for!"
"He..." I corrected. "The man I love..."
She hit me with her boodle-bag fiercely. "I don't much care whether it's a man or a woman! I don't care if it's a by-gad tootin' donkey! You're leaving me either way! Leaving me when I'm pregnant with your child!"
"I'm sorry." I tried to be sincere, but how can there be any sin in sincere?"
"WELL I'M IN LOVE WITH ETHEL!" my former sweetheart yelled, rushing out of the school house and off to god knows where.
I knew she was just angry. She didn't really love Ethel. But I loved... Him.
MARCELLUS' POV
I nearly collapsed when I saw the man I loved looking so broken. His woman friend ran away from him and I knew that something bad must've happened. He looked so hurt.
"Jacey?" I slowly approached Him, speaking in a hushed tone.
He turned to me, tears dribbling down his Lida Rosy cheeks. "Hi..." He tried to muster a smile, but failed.
"Jace..." I said softly. "What's wrong?"
"I feel like a horrible person." He said in the saddest tone I'd ever heard.
"Why? What happened with your gal pal?" I inquired, tilting my head of curly hair.
"She-she...she's pregnant."
"Aw, naw, Jace. It couldn't be you, could it?"
"Well, I should by-gad tootin' hope so, Marce! She's my wife, jeely cly!"
"Really? Aw, naw, how long? A few weeks?"
"Four weeks, actually."
"FOUR WEEKS?! You can't make a baby, at least not for any four weeks!"
"Well, we by-gad tootin' did it, Marce, and now, I'm so lost. I certainly don't love her... but how can there be any good in goodbye?" He looked so sad. My heart ached for this man. The man that I loved.
"Oh... So that's how it works." I muttered.
