8 months later
Alex's POV:
I sit on the plain from france to philly.
I chug a vodka soda down my throat. If this baby has THE AUDACITY to be inside of me, it might at least let me drink my sorrows away.
"please fasten your seatbelts, we are landing in philadelphia in 20 minutes. "fuck, I really have to go pee." I say as i rush to the bathroom. as I finish my business, I feel a weird shaking under my feet. "everybody please remain calm and sit in an upright position. we have lost our left wing."
WHAT? SHIT!
i have to call Toby and tell him before I die
Toby's POV:
my phone rings.
the number is private.
I hesitate to pick up, but the whole A thing is over. I can pick up.
"Hello?"
"Toby?"
"Yes. who is this?"
"Alex. Alex Drake"
I'm shocked
"What do you want from me?"
"nothing. I have to tell you something. I'm pregnant... Toby, you're the father"
that's all I hear before I hear crackling and shouting and suddenly the call ends.
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