Tag: fg3.20
I’m not surprised, Malorie.
Elizabeth is just thrilled.
Malorie: “Lizzie, you need to reconsider. We can’t do this, I can’t have a baby!”–
Elizabeth: “Yes, we can. We can do this, Rey. I know you don’t want kids, but it’ll be different when you have your own. It’ll be our little baby.”–
Malorie: “I can’t believe you just said that bullshit to me! Elizabeth, you can’t make this decision for the both of us, you just can’t!”
Malorie: “Oh god, this isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.”
Elizabeth: “Actually, yes. I want to keep it. I want to have a baby with you.”–
Malorie: “No. No, no, no no. You can’t, Lizzie! Please!”
Elizabeth: “Well, it turns out… I’m pregnant.”–
Malorie: “WHAT!? You can’t be keeping it, surely!”
Elizabeth: “So, Rey, uhm… I’ve got some news.”–
Malorie: “What is it?”
Plumbobbles 