Fallen Hope

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"Brian. Je ne t'ai pas vu depuis le lycée. Comment avez-vous été?" (Brian. I haven't seen you since high school. How have you been?) He was speaking in French.

"Je vais bien. Mon petit ami et moi sommes venus ici pour visiter pendant quelques jours. Nous allons rentrer en America dans un petit moment." (I'm fine. My boyfriend and I came here to visit for a few days. We are going back to America in a little while.) Brian responded. I had no clue what he was saying.

"Qu'entendez-vous par petit ami?..." (What do you mean by boyfriend?...)

He seemed confused and a little weirded out. Our flight then got called. Brian and I stood up.

"Voilà notre vol-" He cut himself off. "Sorry. I mean, that's our flight. We gotta go." We walked to the plane.

"Who was that? And what we're you saying?" I asked when we aboarded the plan and sat down.

"That was an old friend of mine. His name is Daniel. He asked how I was. And I said good and that boyfriend and I are headed back to America." He translated.

I held his hand again as we took off. I wanted to get his mind off of the plane thing again.

"Why didn't you ever tell me you play piano?"

"Didn't I show you the piano room?" I shook my head no. "Oh, well I'll show you it when we get home." He thought for a second. "And I guess piano to me is singing to you. Except the reason I don't like doing it in front of people is because when I first Eddy he'd continually tell me that piano is for nerds and losers. So I just stopped talking about it and doing it on my own time."

"Well you're really really good at it. And you're also really good at sports. Which I find to be baffling in a good way." He smiled a bit.

When we got home we put our stuff in our rooms then we walked downstairs. We opened the door to a room. It looked completely different from the rest of the house.

It was carpeted with tan walls. There was a record player with a shelve of vinyl records of classical music. There was hundreds of sheets of music at the desk. And right in the middle was a grand piano.

"This is amazing." I said.

"Thanks love." He thanked.

It was pretty late so we went back upstairs and went to bed.

The next morning I woke up to my phone going off like crazy. I grabbed it. It was Janey. Wtf?

"Hey Janey. What do you need?" I answered the phone still half asleep.

"I've been trying to get ahold of you for the past few days! Why the hell weren't you answering!?" She so pissed.

"Sorry I just got back last night. Brian and I went to France." I apologized.

"What? Where did the come from? Why did you go to France?" She asked.

"Because Brian wanted to visit some of his family who he hasn't seen in years. And I went with him." I explained.

"Whatever. But we have a problem." She said. She took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant. And you're the only person who I ever has sex with. So it's definitely yours." I popped up.

"You're what?" I was in disbelief.

"What are we gonna do Chris?"

"I'll be over later. I need to go talk to my boyfriend about this. Just for another opinion." I then hung up. I couldn't believe this was happening. I'm not ready to be a dad.