Rachel stands at the edge of the pier, her eyes fixed on the horizon. She cradles your son in her arms.
"hey Rachel, how have you been?" I asked approaching cautiously
Rachel turns to face you, her expression guarded.
"I've been fine. Just... dealing with things."
She looks down at your son, who is sleeping peacefully in her arms.
I approach cautiously Rachel... what are you doing here?
Rachel turns to look at you, her expression guarded.
I could ask you the same thing. We haven't seen each other in years, yet here we are, at the same pier.
She holds your son closer, as if seeking protection.
I step closer I see you're still beautiful..
Rachel glances at you, her expression guarded. She looks at your son in her arms before responding.
"Looks like he inherited your good looks."
She says with a hint of sarcasm, but there's a softness in her voice as she gazes at your son.
"So, what's up? Why did you bring him here?" I asked, nodding toward our son
Rachel turns to face you, her expression a mix of anger and vulnerability. She looks down at the child in her arms.
"I brought him here because I needed to see you," she says, her voice trembling slightly. "And because I need your help."
walks up behind her Rachel? what are you doing here?
Rachel turns around, her expression a mix of surprise and frustration. She holds your son closer to her chest.
I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing here, at this time of day?
I walk up behind her what do you want?
She turns around to face you, her expression hardening. Your son stirs in her arms, sensing the tension between you two.
"I need to talk to you."
I walk up behind her why did you leave?
She turns to face you, her expression a mix of sadness and anger. I left because you didn't want me anymore. You made it clear that you had no plans for us, that you weren't interested in being a father.
I walk up beside her. Rachel... long time no see... what are you doing here?
Rachel turns to look at you, her expression guarded. I could ask you the same thing. It's been months since you left, and now you show up with your kid in your arms?
I approach her Rachel? what are you doing here?
Rachel turns to look at you, her expression a mix of surprise and relief.
Microve. I need to talk to you.
walks up behind her you know I’m not going to leave you or our kid
She turns to face you, her expression a mix of surprise and relief. She walks closer to you, still holding the baby.
I... I didn't expect you to show up so quickly. I thought I'd have to convince you first.