Devin and Kelly take their seats on flight 746, their seats are near the back of the plane. Kelly's seat is next to the window, as she looks out of it she gets nauseous and leans back in her seat. Devin was drawing his graffiti type drawings in his notebook in the seat next to her. She wonders if she should tell him or not but he looks to concentrated on his drawing so she decides she'll tell him another time. They arrive in Los Angeles for Devin's best friend, Anthony's party.
Anthony's waiting for them with a poorly written sign, a chauffeur's cap, and a big smile.
"Anthony!" Devin calls out to him, smiling. They grab each other's hand and shake, then pull each other into a hug. Anthony then wraps Kelly in a hug. "You look absolutely gorgeous!" He says, making Kelly laugh, her gaze falling to the ground. Devin throws his arm around her and pulls her along, giving her a peck on the cheek.
Now at Anthony's gorgeous apartment, the party starts, and is soon raging. People are everywhere. Friends, friends of friends, Anthony's employees, and even strangers just looking for a party to crash. Devin is looking around the room cautiously, Kelly next to him, looking lost as well. No doubt she's considering when to tell him. It's too loud in here, she decides. Later.
Anthony joins them, being trailed by another guy, who introduces himself as Charlie.
"Hey, man! Awesome to meet you! Welcome to L.A.! So, you're gonna be working with us at Anthony's company, right? That's gonna be awesome! Do you have a place yet, or what? Oh, hold up! Yeah, man? Yeah, yeah! I'll be right there! Nice meeting you, Devin, but I've got a game of beer pong to play." Charlie says, not stopping for Devin to answer him. He actually finds this quite funny, and glances to Kelly who doesn't look particularly pleased. We need to talk. She mouths to him. Devin gulps and follows her into a different room, an unoccupied bedroom, where the music can barely be heard.
"What did he mean, do you have a place yet?! We're not moving here, Devin!"
"Well... it's an option, Kelly."
"No! No. Los Angeles... it's just not a good place to raise a family!"
"What?! Kelly! Who said anything about having a family?!"
"Devin!"
Kelly hesitates, and her gaze falls to the ground once more.
"I'm pregnant, Devin. It's yours."
Devin stares at her, wide eyed, completely taken aback by this development. Kelly looks up at him, staring intently, praying for a response; hopefully a good one.
"Maybe we should break up."
