I run my hands down the black silky material of my dress, smoothing out the creases for what must have been the hundredth time tonight.
“You seem nervous,” Tray says. “You’ve barely touched your food.”
My eyes dart down to the half-eaten chicken on my plate then back up at Tray, sitting across the table.
Of course I'm nervous.
I'M CARRYING YOUR BABY!
“I’m just not that hungry,” I reply.
“Oh,” Tray says, looking slightly perturb.
“Does that mean you won’t be wanting any dessert?"
I shake my head.
Tray calls over the waiter who swiftly removes his empty plate and my half eaten chicken. He stretches his hands out and take mine in his.
" Did I tell you, you look beautiful today?"
" Not yet," I smile slyly.
Tray smiles in return.
" In that case, you look gorgeous."
An awkward silence follows and I swallow a lump in my throat.
This is it.
I reach into my purse and pull out my evidence, sliding it across the table towards him.
" What's this?" Tray asks and smiles.
" Open it,"
Tray picks up the box and opens it.
" What...the hell...?" He stammers and stares at it in shock.
" Is this true? Are you fucking serious?" His voice is so loud and a few people turn to look at us.
I'm unable to control my emotions so I burst into tears. All my hopes come crushing down and I feel like an idiot for letting myself think everything will be okay.
" Tray, people are watching."
I dab my eyes with the table cloth.
Tray stands and throws his napkin down on the table. The hum in the room stops and people stop eating. We're the center of attention and at this point, I don't care if we're causing a scene.
I look at Tray as though I'm seeing his face for the first time.
" Tray," I say breathlessly.
He slides the kit back at me.
" I can't, I gotta go." He turns to leave and I stand up.
" Tray, please..." I reach out for his hand.
"We need to talk."
" NO!" He shouts back, " I can't do this."
" Do what??? Take care of your child? You made me pregnant! I didn't plan this."
Everyone is still staring at us and I feel so embarrassed and stupid.
" I can't, I just can't..." Tray says and storms out of the restaurant.
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