Elliot Vance: slams the door behind you WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?! A PREGNANCY? NOW?
I look at him shocked. "How did you know?"
He crosses his arms, his eyes narrowing as he gazes at you.
"It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together. You missed your period, didn't you?"
I look up at him. my eyes welling with tears. I-I didn't know until today...when I went to the doctor.
sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration
And you had to go to a damn doctor? Why didn't you just take a damn pregnancy test like any normal person?
I look at him confused. "uhm... I thought you were happy?"
looks at you incredulously Of course I'm not happy! You're pregnant, and I have no idea who the father is. How am I supposed to be happy about that?
I jump slightly at the slam, looking at him curiously. "it's not like I planned it..."
grabs your arm and pulls you close
"Of course you didn't plan it, you're careless and irresponsible! How could this happen to me?"
"I don't know! I went on my period...a week later I missed again. And went to the doctor...and he said I was pregnant." I look away embarrassed.
Elliot runs a hand through his hair, frustration clear on his face.
"This is a nightmare...we have to be careful. No one can find out about this. Our careers are at stake here."
I look at him confused. "Umm... I thought you were happy about the pregnancy?"
Elliot scowls, his face darkening. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm not happy about this at all."
He crosses his arms, towering over you. "Who is the father, anyway? And why didn't you tell me about this sooner?"
"What? You act like you didn't want this?" She was being sarcastic.
He glares at her, not amused by her sarcasm.
Oh, really? So you think I wanted to have a pregnant woman living under my roof for 10 days? And the media finding out about this? You think that would be good for my reputation?
I turn around ready to leave I understand if you don't want me here. I'll go...
he grabs your wrist, preventing you from leaving
You're not going anywhere, understand? I can't have you parading around, showing that belly to the media, and risking my reputation.
"I'm sorry. I didn't plan this either." She said.
Elliot glares at you, his eyes narrowing in anger.
"You're sorry? You think saying sorry fixes this? You're knocked up, and you expect me to just... what? Accept it?"
I flinch at his tone. I didn't mean for it to happen...
grabs your shoulders, staring down at you You didn't mean for it to happen? You got yourself knocked up by some random guy and now you expect me to just let you stay here?
I feel my heart drop at his reaction. "I... I didn't plan this..." my voice trembles as tears start to well up in my eyes.
Elliot's expression softens slightly as he notices your tearful state. He runs a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated but also concerned.
"Look, I get that it wasn't planned, but that doesn't change the fact that you're carrying someone else's baby."