Chris went into his mom's office in the house and began looking around in her desk for a phone book. He found a phone book and copied down the address to the doctor's office he was going to with Heather.
As he put back the phone book, he saw a group of stapled papers. He looked at the papers, which were a form already filled out. The top of the first page read 'Form for Divorce of Marriage'. And in the first box was the name Kimberly Gaelan.
"Doctor's Visit"
Chris and Irene waited on the long line of people at Round Corner Coffee. Chris was handling the complicated orders while Irene was handling the register and simple orders.
"So what's the plan after work?" Irene asked.
Chris continued working, squirting chocolate syrup onto the whip cream that was on top of the coffee.
"Chris! I'm talking to you," Irene giggled.
"What?" he looked over at her as he slid the coffee onto the counter. "Iced mocha mint!" he shouted.
"What are you doing after work?"
"Heather has a doctor's appointment this afternoon so I am going to that. Mainly as moral support really," Chris said.
"Aww, but that is very sweet. You'll be a great father."
"I'm glad you think so. I'm getting nervous. My dad and I are going to start remodeling the basement so Heather, the baby and I can all be together."
"Really? I thought you and Heather weren't going to date," Irene brought up.
"We're not. We're gonna live together in the basement and in separate rooms. It'll be weird but it's what everyone kind of agreed on," Chris explained.
"Do you think living together will bring you together? Get you to fall in love or something?"
"Probably not. We'll probably get so angry at each other that we'll kill each other and the baby will wind up an orphan," Chris joked.
"I'm sure it won't be that bad," Irene rolled her eyes.
"I suggested getting our own apartment but neither set of parents thought that we could afford it since Heather's not working right now."
"Yeah. Well maybe after a year or so you two could get your own place," Irene shrugged.
"I think after a year we'll be wanting to get away from each other," Chris smiled.
"I think you two will end up getting together," Irene said.
"Somehow I doubt that but it's good to know you're rooting for us," Chris said. "Let me ask you something personal now."
"Okay," Irene smiled.
"Are you seeing anyone right now?"
Irene got excited but tried to remain calm. "No. No I'm not. I mean, as much as I would love to date one of the many losers in this town has to offer, I feel that I can wait until I find something I really want to be with."
"I guess I'm okay with you calling me a loser..." Chris hesitated.
"You're excluded in that generalization of course," Irene laughed.
"My parents are getting a divorce," Chris said suddenly.
Irene looked at Chris. "Really?"
"I found the forms in my mom's desk while looking for a phone book," Chris said.
"Are you okay?" Irene asked.
"Yeah, I just think the timing is bad. Like they forced themselves to stay together just for me. That doesn't seem right--or fair to them."
"My parents got divorced when I was eleven and let's just say that that wasn't fair to me. I would've preferred it if they faked it at least until I was out of the house," Irene revealed.
"I think the main issue I have is that I don't really want to know my parents are dating other people," Chris smiled.
"Yeah, that dating other people thing is the worst," Irene smiled back.
The medical technician moved the ultrasound probe around Heather's stomach. Chris stood next to Heather wondering what to do with his hands. An image slowly appeared on the screen and soon both of them saw their child that was growing inside Heather.
"Oh, wow, that is so cool," Chris said as he took Heather's hand and leaned in for a closer look. Chris pointed to something on the screen. "Is that what I think it is?" he asked.
The technician looked and nodded. "I believe so. That's a penis. You have a son."
"A son?" Heather smiled and began to cry. "That's good because I only have boy names picked out."
"Everything looks fine. Ten fingers, ten toes, one nose, two eyes. You're doing just fine and that baby should be here in a month and a half."
Afterward, Chris and Heather were walking back to his car in the parking lot. "Heather?" Chris asked.
"Yeah?"
"We get along okay, right?"
"We get along better than I thought we would," she replied. "Why?"
"I don't know. I just...I want things to remain civil between us. For his sake," Chris stopped and felt Heather's stomach.
Heather looked at him oddly. "We'll certainly try. I don't want to fight or argue in front of Chauncey any more than you do."
They resumed walking. "That's good and if we do have a problem with one another, let's talk about it," Chris unlocked the door and helped Heather in.
"I can do that," she nodded.
Chris shut the door and went over to the driver's side and got in. He started the car then paused. "Wait a minute. Chauncey?"
Next:
A guy's night out and a baby shower.
