“Pregnant? But that would mean you…”
“I’m sorry.” He paused, letting the news and the dates sink in. They hadn’t been apart long enough for him to find a new girlfriend and impregnate her via traditional timelines. Tommy Boy had gotten a head start.
“How far along is she?”
“Five months.”
“Five months, huh? Wow.”
“I’m sorry, Dana.”
“You cheated on me. This just gets better and better.”
“It was a moment of weakness on my part. That night I went clubbing for my brother’s stag…it just happened.”
“Oh, no. You don’t get to use the old ‘it just happened’ excuse. I remember you coming home that night. You weren’t drunk. You knew what you were doing.”
“Like I said, it was a moment of weakness.”
“Oh, my God. That day in the hospital cafeteria…you already knew. Didn’t you?”
He was silent. Red in the face and silent.
“You already had an exit plan. My diagnosis just gave you the out you needed.”
“I’m sorry. You deserve so much better.”
“And what about Tiffany? I almost feel sorry for her. Does she even realize how she fits into your plan of convenience?”
“I don’t expect you to forgive me.”
“Forgive you? Tommy, you’re lucky if I don’t slaughter you where you sit. You sicken me.”
“I guess I deserve that. I feel badly, Dana, but I hope you understand this is actually a good thing for me. I’m excited about the baby and Tiffany’s a good woman.”
“Hmm. Did Tiffany know you had a fiancée when you slept with her?”
More silence.
“Right. Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but that means Tiffany’s not such a good woman. And you know what? Yousuckas a man!” She stood, shaking in outrage. “Get the fuck out of my home.”
He stood.
“Don’t ever call me, Tommy. Don’t ever text me. Don’t send me baby photos or invite me to any wedding showers. I hope you rot in hell.”
“But…”
“And you know what else? I feelsorryfor that child.” She pointed at the door. “Fuck you.”
Tommy exited without another word. Dana slammed the door behind him.
When she finally roused herself from her spot in the foyer, she walked into the bedroom and lay down on her bed.
The phone rang. Her parents trying her again, no doubt.
She didn’t answer.
***
