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16 | I HATE COFFEE.
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ISABELLA sat in a coffee, swirling the straw that was in her hot chocolate. Her leg nervously bounced up and down. Her eyes traveled around the room, scouting for Dylan. They two had planned to meet up in this coffee shop to discuss the baby the two were having. It was secluded with almost no people in it. The only ones there were two elderly couples and an older woman.
Isabella anxiously read the clock on her phone. 4:25. They had planned to to meet at 4:30, but Isabella wanted to arrive earlier to hopefully get rid of her nerves. It didn't work.
When her phone rang, she read a text message from Kara.
You got this babe. I know you do 💕
She smiled and placed her phone down on the table. At the same time, the bell above the door rang. She looked up to find a familiar face that made her stomach uneasy. He looked around, his eyes scanning everyone until his eyes landed on Isabella. He let out a deep sigh before walking over to the table that she sat at. He pulled a chair out, and sat down.
"Hi." He said.
"Hi." She said in almost a whisper.
"So, uh. We're having a baby." He said awkwardly.
"Yeah," she whispered. "I'm having you're baby."
"Uh, have you been to a doctor?"
"Not yet," she said, "My appointment is next Thursday."
"Okay. Um. You are keeping it right?"
"Yeah."
"Okay cool." He said.
"Um, are you going to want to tell people?" Isabella asked.
"Uh, I guess. I want to tell my family and friends. If you want, I could tell the public."
"Whatever you want I guess."
"Okay, uh cool."
Isabella nodded and they sat in an uncomfortable silence. Isabella kept her head down and her eyes on the hot chocolate in front of her. She could feel his eyes burning through her. She was afraid to look up. Afraid to meet his gaze. What else was she supposed to feel?
"That's not coffee is it?" He asked.
"Uh, no. It's hot chocolate." Isabella told.
"Oh okay."
"Yeah, uh, even if I wasn't pregnant, I wouldn't be drinking coffee. I hate coffee."
"What? How do you hate the best thing on this earth?" Dylan questioned.
Isabella shrugged, "It's not good."
"It's amazing." Dylan said.
"Sure it is." Isabella laughed.
This time the silence was comforting. This time, she met his gaze. This time her eyes were burning through him.
After another hour of talking about the baby, it was time for the two of them to leave. Isabella was leaving first, and a while after Dylan would leave.
As Isabella was walking to the door, she stopped. She turned to Dylan with her lips pressed together, forming a straight line.
"Would you, uh, like to come to the appointment on Thursday?" She asked.
Dylan's face lit up brightly at her words. He smiled and nodded his head.
"Yeah," he said. "Yeah I would love to."
"Great." She said.
She gave him one last wave before walking out the door. There, Dylan sat smiling to himself at the thought of his baby.
