Sometimes the Hardest Thing and the Right Thing are the Same ; for <user site="livejournal.com" user

[bestintention]

One encounter.

One decision to go out, a few drinks, and a very attractive, very flirty guy wearing down her defenses led to his apartment. His bed. And a night full of things Maddie thought she'd never be doing. And now, months later, it's obvious that one of those decisions hadn't been the right one.

She sits in his office, having told the receptionist that it was urgent to see him, and she waits. She fidgets with her fingers, looks around nervously, and considers bolting. But after months of searching with no luck whatsoever, she caught a news story one morning, getting ready for class. And there he was: Tyler Green. The father of her soon to be born baby.

Yeah, it's probably a good idea to at least let him know. Even if she's scared to death of his reaction. This was the right thing to do, right?

...

Right?

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[jolygreen-giant.livejournal.com]

Oh fuck. She wanted him to come. Fuck it. He followed along as though he had planned to the entire time and followed her to the room, just to stand anxiously near the corner while she got changed into the gown. He pulled his phone from his pocket and started typing away, sending Gloria no fewer than four emails about checking on things that were unimportant at the office.

When he finally took a seat, his foot was tapping lightly against the floor again. "Alright, so you're 18 right? At least?" he questioned, because he knew she had to be...she had been in that damn bar. But fuck if he hadn't had a fake ID. This could have been bad, though he assumed he had nothing to worry about in that respect.

[bestintention.livejournal.com]

It's a little nerve-wracking, to be honest, but Maddie has been going to doctor's appointments almost just like this for months at this point, so this should be no big deal. It's just that usually, she's alone. Or her roommate Jamie is with her. This was strange and unusual, and a little bit uncomfortable. She supposes, though, that when Tyler is proven to be the father, if he decides to stick around, he might come to more.

She manages a short little chuckle, and nods. "I'm twenty-one. Nothing to worry about there." She's never been a liar, and she's not really the type to actually go out a lot and drink. That night had been a change of pace, a mutual friend's birthday. Guess it turned out quite differently than she'd expected.