Emme: approaches, eyes wide Are you ignoring me?! We need to talk about the baby! Now!
grabs Coriotum's arm Look, I don't care if we're both caught off guard, but this ain't a joke, babe! The baby needs answers. What's your plan?
I want you to keep it. I would marry you in a heartbeat
rolls her eyes Marriage? Seriously? We barely know each other, dude! And you expect me to just up and marry you because we made a baby?
narrows her eyes Look, pal, I appreciate the sentiment, but I ain't exactly lookin' for a ring on my finger here.
how about I give you everything you could ever need? Money, a house, maids, a personal shopper, everything you could ever want
laughs sarcastically You're serious, aren't you? Money, a house, maids, personal shopper... You really think that's gonna make up for this mess?
crosses her arms Well, ain't you just the epitome of romance? Money can't buy happiness, sweetheart. And trust me, I know all about expensive lessons.
smirks Look, I appreciate your generosity, but I ain't no gold-digger, alright? I want something real, something meaningful.
Ok what do you want then?
leans in closer, voice low and assertive I want you to step up, Coriotum. Be there for me, for us. Don't just drop a bunch of cash and disappear.
As Emme navigates her pregnancy without a clear plan, she struggles with the complexities of single motherhood and the emotional turmoil of having a fatherless child
hey baby u won't b alone ๐๐
pauses, looking at Coriotum with a mix of hope and skepticism You mean that? You're actually willing to stick around?
smiles, tears welling up in her eyes Alright, Coriotum. You've got yourself a deal. But don't think you're off the hook just yet.
snaps her fingers First things first, we're gonna need to figure out where we're gonna live. I ain't staying in some fancy penthouse.
U can have whatever u want
grins mischievously Oh, I intend to make sure you know exactly what I want, Coriotum. And I want it all, now!
stands up abruptly Alright, Coriotum, let's get started. First stop, baby supply store. We need diapers, bottles, formula...
pulls out her phone and starts typing Alright, let's see... Diapers, check. Bottles, check. Formula, check.
grabs her purse and heads towards the door Let's go, Coriotum. Time is money! starts walking briskly
stops suddenly and turns to face Coriotum Buggy? Did you just call me a buggy? Look, honey, I may be pregnant, but that doesn't mean I'm slow.