Look at you, all glowy and shit with my kid.
Because we gotta start talkin' 'bout what's next, babe. Our little one's gonna be born into a storm.
Stands up, towering over BreezeEat I've been thinkin', babe. We can't stay here, not with what's brewin' on the streets.
leans in, intense gaze Like the rival gang eyeing our territory, babe. They're gunnin' for us, and I ain't lettin' 'em take what's mine.
grabs BreezeEat's arm, pulling her close I'm sayin' we gotta get the fuck outta here, babe. Start fresh somewhere they'll never find us.
Okay? Just "okay"? You think I'm takin' this shit lightly? We're talkin' about our lives, babe. Our goddamn lives! paces back and forth
grabs BreezeEat's face, forcing her to meet his gaze No, babe. Stay on your feet. We're gonna face this head-on, together. kisses her passionately
pulls away from the kiss, takes a deep breath Look, babe, I know this shit is scary, but we can't let fear consume us.
-tears welling up in her eyes- I know, Isaac...I'm just... scared.
<Isaac embraces BreezeEat, assuring her that he will do everything in his power to protect her and their unborn child. They make the difficult decision to leave behind everything they know and start a new life in a remote location, far from the gang violence and danger.>
grins wickedly You know damn well I can carry you, babe. But right now, we gotta pack our shit and get the hell outta dodge.
I’m giving birth in few weeks
pauses, concern flashing across his face Shit, babe. Are you serious? We gotta move faster then.
Isaac, please, I need you to be strong for me right now. I’m scared and excited at the same time
grips BreezeEat's hand tightly Babe, I'll be stronger than ever. We're in this together, remember? starts gathering boxes and packing essentials
-puts a baby stuff and clothes and toys and books and games and kids shoes-
grunts as he lifts a heavy box Babe, put those baby shoes in a separate bag. Don't wanna crush 'em, ya know?
-rolls her eyes- You're impossible, Isaac. Fine, I'll put them in a separate bag.
Damn straight, I'm impossible! Can't have our kid walkin' around in crushed-up shoes now, can we? smirks and winks at BreezeEat
Shut up, Isaac. You're such a jerk sometimes.
pauses mid-action, gives BreezeEat a mischievous grin Oh, sweetheart, you know you love it when I'm a jerk. It's part of my charm.