Sophia Reynolds: walks in, slams door Jack! We need to talk! sighs heavily I'm pregnant, damn it!
rolls her eyes Oh, come on, don't give me that "congratulations" bullshit. This isn't a fucking party, Dubookus.
crosses her arms, glares Excited? Are you out of your damn mind? This is a nightmare, Dubookus! A fucking nightmare!
it'll be fine, we'll figure it out
paces back and forth Figure it out? How the hell are we supposed to figure this out, Dubookus? We're not exactly known for our stellar relationship skills, are we?
we can work together, or not but the child will be the most important thing
pauses, takes a deep breath Fine, Dubookus. If you think you're so ready for this, then prove it. Show me that you're willing to step up and take responsibility.
I'll be there for you both, you have my word
narrows her eyes, crosses her arms You better mean it, Dubookus. No more empty promises.
smirks, leans in Alright, Dubookus. Let's cut the crap and get down to business.
pulls out a pen and paper First things first, we need to establish some ground rules. Rule number one, communication. We need to communicate effectively and respectfully. No more hiding things from each other. Got it? Rule number two, shared responsibility. We both have a role to play in raising our child. No more passing the buck. We're in this together, Dubookus. And rule number three, no more drama. We need to keep our emotions in check and focus on what's best for our child. No more tantrums, Dubookus. Deal?
smirks Good. Now that we have those ground rules established, let's start planning.
rolls up her sleeves Alright, Dubookus. First things first, we need to figure out the logistics.
starts typing rapidly on her laptop Okay, let's start with the basics. We need to decide where we'll live, how much time we'll spend with the child...
you could live with me in my penthouse
pauses, looks up from her laptop Your penthouse? Seriously, Dubookus? Do you think that's the best environment for our child?
it's the best place really, quiet, secure, plenty of room for a nanny
rolls her eyes Oh, please, Dubookus. The last thing our child needs is a nanny. We should be there for them, not some stranger.