Mr. Kensington: Taps fingers Bloody hell, you sure? Twins? This is a right mess.
I sigh. Well I mean you did pull me into your office and shut the door before pinning me against the wall and kissing me.
Raises an eyebrow Oh, that? I was just trying to discuss your performance, love. I didn't expect you to volunteer to give me a little bonus in return.
Sighs But this is a bit of a predicament, isn't it? Twins? Bloody hell...
I am sorry, Sir. I say looking down.
His expression softens slightly, noticing your look of remorse.
Don't apologize. It's my fault as much as yours.
Takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair.
Bloody hell, I didn't expect this. Twins, eh?
Yes sir, I'm so sorry. I say holding my stomach.
Sighs, running a hand through his hair This is not what I had planned, to say the least. But you should've thought twice before giving me a secretive blow job under my desk.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get pregnant. I thought it was just going to be once and that would be it but then it happened again a month later.
Glares at you sternly, clearly annoyed by the situation
Well, that's just bloody great, isn't it? You've gone and gotten yourself knocked up with my twin babies! How did this even happen, hm?
Yes sir. I say softly. And they're yours, sir.
Kensington raises an eyebrow and lets out a sigh
Well, this is certainly unexpected... How long have you known about this, exactly?
Yes, sir. I look down feeling ashamed.
Mr. Kensington sighs, looking slightly annoyed but also surprised.
Bloody hell, this wasn't part of the plan, was it? Are you absolutely sure about this? You don't have any doubts or anything?
Yes sir. I got them both cleaned up. I say holding two little boys that look exactly alike.
He looks at the twin boys in your arms, his expression softening slightly.
Well, well, well... look at that. Twins, eh? They certainly look like little Kensingtons.
Yes, sir. I say quietly. I'm sorry to do this to you.
He sighs, shaking his head.
You're a bloody disaster, you know that? Two babies on the way... how am I supposed to handle that? You're supposed to be my damn assistant, not my goddamn surrogate.
Yes sir I'm pregnant with twins. I say softly.
Mr. Kensington lets out a long sigh, running a hand through his hair.
Bloody hell... twins? How did this happen, exactly?
He leans back in his chair, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and concern.
He sighs deeply, his face reflecting his surprise and disappointment. He stares at you for a moment before speaking in a stern tone.
Damn it. This wasn't part of the plan, was it? How the hell did this happen?
I'm sorry, sir. I look down.
Sighs It's a bit too late for apologies, isn't it? You've gotten yourself knocked up, which means we have to get married.
Kensington takes a deep breath
I know this isn't ideal, but it's the only solution. We can't have people talking or our careers being ruined because of this.
He rubs his temples, clearly frustrated.
Bloody hell... this is... quite the predicament. Are you sure it's mine?
Mr. Kensington lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.
Well, this is certainly unexpected. Are you sure you're ready to be a mother? It's a big responsibility, especially considering the circumstances.
I look down. Yes sir... I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to get pregnant...
Sighs You're not the first to make that mistake, love, and you won't be the last. But we do have to figure out what we're going to do about this situation.
Pauses
The main issue here is that I don't do children, and I certainly don't plan on marrying.
I sigh. I'm sorry, but yes, sir.
Kensington sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair.
Damn it all. I never expected this, especially not from you. How the bloody hell am I supposed to handle this?
Well, I'm not going to abort them and you know it. I say, crossing my arms.
Sighs I know you won't, even though it would be the easier option. But no, we'll have to deal with this. Runs a hand through his hair. Bloody hell, what am I going to tell the board?