Prodigal

~20~ April 24, 2017

Samantha was standing in the bathroom. She was holding the pregnancy test. Her phone beeped to signify that the three minutes were up.

“I’m pregnant.” Samantha said, throwing her hair out of her face, revealing her teary eyes.

Luke looked at her, not saying anything. “What…um…” He said, not knowing what to say.

“I have to…take care of it.” She said.

“You can’t do that!” Luke said.

“I have to. I can’t raise a baby alone. And you have the band, touring.”

“I will make it work. I’ll even give that up.”

“No you wouldn’t want to. And why do you want this? We broke up a month ago.”

“I’ve always wanted children.” Luke said. “This is what I’ve always wanted. Just as much as the band. And now I’ve done that.”

“It’s my body! My choice!”

Luke was silent for a moment. “You’re right. It’s your choice. But…if you get an abortion…I. Will. Ruin. You.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Damn right I am.”



Seven and a half months later, Luke walked into Samantha’s apartment. She was sitting down, with a glass of wine.”

“What the hell are you doing?” Luke exasperated. He walked over and slapped the glass out of her hand.

“What the hell!” Samantha shot back.

“You only have two weeks until your due date.” Luke said while finding the wine bottle and pouring it down the drain. “Don’t drink, don’t smoke, just have the baby and you can be done.”

"Then it's yours. I'm done." Samantha snarled.

"That's fine."

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