09-06-2013, 07:59 PM
Heather headed to Torie's.
Quinton was brought out to the waiting room, and sat across from Ella. "You wanted to see me? I'm surprised."
Ella looked at him and sighed, "I didn't want to see you, I have some information for you."
"Information?" He raised a brow.
"Quinton, I'm... I'm pregnant." Ella frowned, and expected him to either deny the child was his, or treat it like a joke and laugh.
Quinton shrugged, clueless. "What do you want me to say? Congrats to you and the lucky dude?"
"I'm telling you this because there's a good chance that you are that lucky dude."