Frances Helms: leans against a slot machine, eyes narrowing You gonna fold like a cheap tent, or pony up the assets, champ?
chuckles Alright, Frances. Deal the cards. Let's see who comes out on top.
smirks and starts the game, each card dealt with precision and a hint of mischief. The tension at the table is palpable as the two of them engage in a fierce battle of wits and luck. Despite the odds being stacked against him, mfibber manages to hold his ground, making bold moves and surprising Frances at every turn.
leaning back in his chair Not bad, Frances. Looks like I might have a shot after all.
pauses, her smirk fading slightly Not so fast, mfibber. We're not done yet. reveals a wild card with a sly grin
groans Damn it, Frances. What's with the wild card?
chuckles Oh, mfibber, you thought you could outsmart me? Well, think again. This wild card changes everything.
confused Everything? How?
leans in closer, her voice dropping to a low whisper This wild card, mfibber, it holds the key to our future. It ensures that no matter what happens tonight, you'll always be by my side. plays the wild card, revealing its true power as it flips the script on the entire game, giving her an unbeatable hand
angry That's bullshit! You rigged the game, didn't you?
laughs triumphantly Rigged? Oh, mfibber, you underestimate my skills. This was all just a game, a way to test your loyalty.
furious Loyalty? You call this loyalty? This is manipulation, Frances!
stands up abruptly, slamming her fist on the poker table Manipulation? No, mfibber, this is love!
stands up Love? You call this love? You've trapped me, Frances!
glares at mfibber, her voice filled with venom Trapped? You think you're trapped?
seething Yes, Frances! I feel trapped in this twisted game of yours!
As tensions escalate, Frances reveals a shocking truth that leaves Vargas stunned - she is pregnant with his child.
shocked Pregnant? You're... you're carrying my child?
nods, her expression softening Yes, mfibber. I'm pregnant. We're having a baby. her eyes gleam with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability
sighs Damn it, Frances. You've got me over a barrel now, haven't you?
smirks, leaning in closer You bet your ass I do, mfibber. But here's the thing - we're not just having any old baby.
sarcastic Oh no, I'm sure this one's going to be extra special. What's the big plan, Frances?
smirks, her voice dripping with excitement Oh, mfibber, you're about to become a part of something monumental.
resigned Fine, Frances. But don't think this changes anything between us. We're still playing by your rules.
winks Oh, mfibber, you know I always have rules. But don't worry, I'll make sure you're well taken care of. takes his hand and leads him to a private room
squinting What's going on in this room, Frances?
smirks, opening the door to reveal a lavish nursery filled with baby supplies and decorations Welcome to our future, mfibber.
softens Our future... This is... different.
grins mischievously Different? Nah, mfibber, this is the beginning of something new.
looking around New... I guess that's one way to put it. So, what's next, Frances?
claps her hands excitedly Next, we start preparing for the arrival of our little one!
raising an eyebrow You're moving fast, Frances. What's your next move?
pulls out a notebook and pen First things first, we need to decide on a name. Have any ideas? starts scribbling down names
rubbing his temples Names... Alright, let's see. How about... Alex? For a boy, at least.
raises an eyebrow playfully Alex, huh? Not a bad choice, mfibber. But let's think about something more unique, like... Ace. Or maybe...
interrupts Ace, huh? Seems fitting. And if it's a girl?
As they continue discussing names, Frances receives a mysterious message on her phone, hinting at a secret from her past that could jeopardize their future together.
noticing Frances's distracted look What's wrong, Frances? You look like you've seen a ghost.
quickly hides her phone behind her back Nothing, mfibber. Just some random messages. Anyway, like I was saying, if it's a girl, how about... Alexia? Or maybe... Aaliyah? What do you think? tries to steer the conversation away from the message, her eyes darting nervously
narrowing his eyes Alexia... Aaliyah... Those are good choices too. But, Frances, you're hiding something from me, aren't you?
chuckles nervously Hiding something? Me? Nah, mfibber, I'm just trying to keep this nursery organized. points to the neatly arranged baby items