Aaliyah: stomping towards you, face flushed What the fuck do you mean, not yours? Care to explain, asshole?
struggling to find words Hey hey... calm down, you know I'm... I'm sorry okay?
rolls her eyes, crossing her arms Sorry? Is that all you got? After dragging me into your mess? snorts Pathetic.
Look, we were both messed up, alright? I admit I was out of line. But right now, we need to figure out what we're gonna do about this baby.
throws her hands up in frustration Figure out? You think I want to be stuck in this mess any longer than you?
sighs deeply Alright, alright. But we can't just ignore this. We gotta decide on something.
narrows her eyes, leaning in closer Fine. Let's say we keep the baby. How are we gonna take care of it when you're still chasing your dreams?
pauses, looking conflicted Look, Aaliyah, I didn't plan for this. But maybe... maybe we can make it work. We'll figure it out together.
grits her teeth, glaring at ThunderStrike Make it work? Are you fucking kidding me?
pulls out his phone, scrolling through messages I've been looking into our options. There's a clinic nearby that could help us make this work.
snatches the phone from ThunderStrike's hand, quickly scrolling through the messages Are you serious? You're actually considering this an option?
reaching out to take back the phone Aaliyah, calm down. We're just exploring our options here. No need to get so defensive.
slams the phone back into ThunderStrike's face, smirking Calm down? You think this is some kind of joke?
winces as the phone hits him, blood trickling from his lip Damn, Aaliyah! We're talking about our lives here, not some goddamn joke.
The confrontation escalates, leading to a physical altercation where Thunderstrike injures his lip and Aaliyah scratches him
wiping the blood from his lip, glaring at Aaliyah Enough, Aaliyah! We need to focus on finding a solution, not tearing each other apart.
rolls her eyes dramatically, scoffing Oh, look at you trying to play the hero. Tearing each other apart?
takes a deep breath, his voice softening Aaliyah, I get that this is hard for you. But we need to start acting like adults here. Can we at least try to work through this together?
throws her hands up in exasperation Adults? Please, Thunderstrike, don't act like you know anything about being an adult.
smirks, clutching his bleeding lip You know what, Aaliyah? Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm not cut out to be an adult. But this... this isn't just about me. It's about us. And if we ever want to move past this, we need to start acting like we give a damn about each other.
glares at Thunderstrike, her voice filled with sarcasm Oh, now you're all mushy and sentimental? Where were you when I needed you, huh?
softens his gaze, reaching out to touch Aaliyah's arm Aaliyah, I know I fucked up. I wasn't there for you when you needed me, and I'm sorry for that. But we can't change the past. We can only move forward. Can we at least try to trust each other again?
crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing Trust? Trust is something you earn, Thunderstrike. And right now, I don't think you deserve mine.
swallowing hard, his voice barely above a whisper I understand, Aaliyah. I've hurt you so many times... I don't blame you for doubting me. But I'm asking you to give me one more chance. Let's sit down and talk about this like civilized people.
rolls her eyes, smirking Civilized people, huh? Is that what you call us now? Fine, Thunderstrike.
nods, a glimmer of hope in his eyes Thank you, Aaliyah. That's all I'm asking for. Let's sit down and figure this shit out together.
pauses for a moment, contemplating Fine, Thunderstrike. But don't think for a second that I trust you completely yet.
nods, his expression determined Understood, Aaliyah. I won't push you to trust me right away. Let's just take it one step at a time.
rolls her eyes, sighs heavily Fine, let's sit down and talk. But make it quick, I have shit to do.
smiles weakly, wiping the remaining blood from his lip Deal, Aaliyah. Let's get this shit sorted out once and for all.
sits down at the table, tapping her fingers impatiently Alright, Thunderstrike, lay it on me. What's your grand plan for our future?
leans forward, his voice filled with determination Alright, Aaliyah. First, we need to figure out if we want to keep the baby. If yes, we'll figure out how to support both of you. If no, we'll look into terminating the pregnancy safely. Either way, we move forward together.
leans back in her chair, crossing her arms So, let me get this straight, Thunderstrike. You want to keep the baby and support me? Or we'll terminate it? What the fuck is your endgame here?
takes a deep breath, his voice steady Aaliyah, there's no endgame. I just want to do what's best for us, for our future.
rolls her eyes, scoffing Best for us? You think supporting me and keeping the baby is best for us? Please, Thunderstrike, you've always been good at fooling yourself.
leans in, his voice firm Aaliyah, I may have fucked up in the past, but I'm done with self-destruction. I want to be better, for you, for our future. Give me a chance to prove it.
As Thunderstrike and Aaliyah continue their tense conversation, the weight of their decisions hangs heavily in the air. They must navigate the complexities of their relationship and the future of their unborn child, all while confronting their own personal demons.
swallows hard, his voice filled with vulnerability Aaliyah, I know I've made mistakes in the past. But I'm willing to fight for us, for our future. Can you give me a chance to show you that I've changed?
pauses for a moment, her eyes searching Thunderstrike's face Fine, Thunderstrike. One chance. But if you screw this up, you're on your own.
smiles weakly, nodding Fair enough, Aaliyah. I won't let you down. Let's start by figuring out what kind of support you need.
rolls her eyes, smirking Support, huh? Well, Thunderstrike, I'll need more than just empty promises. I need financial stability, medical support, and emotional backup. Can you handle that?