NYC - Marty & Angela's apartment: Wee Hours of the Morning...
Marty woke up feeling... weird.
His stomach was cramping sharply, and he felt bloated. Not bloated; swollen.
He knew that Thai food last night had been bad. Groaning and half-awake, he headed to the bathroom, stopping short when he saw his reflection in the hall mirror.
His first thought had something to do with Nadia Santos and how she was going to pay for this.
His next thought was, "I'm pregnant?"
"Angela?" Marty called out. "I think we have a problem."
And then the pains got sharper and he bent over, a puddle of liquid spreading out beneath him. Her. The person who, evidently, was going to have this baby.
"ANGELA!"
[Establishy! *points at chasingangela* Co-written with her because there's a total lack of perspective on my part and she's a complete genius. Really.]
His stomach was cramping sharply, and he felt bloated. Not bloated; swollen.
He knew that Thai food last night had been bad. Groaning and half-awake, he headed to the bathroom, stopping short when he saw his reflection in the hall mirror.
His first thought had something to do with Nadia Santos and how she was going to pay for this.
His next thought was, "I'm pregnant?"
"Angela?" Marty called out. "I think we have a problem."
And then the pains got sharper and he bent over, a puddle of liquid spreading out beneath him. Her. The person who, evidently, was going to have this baby.
"ANGELA!"
[Establishy! *points at chasingangela* Co-written with her because there's a total lack of perspective on my part and she's a complete genius. Really.]