PHOEBE
Phoebe smiled a little as he tried to wave off her description of what raising a baby would be like. It was admirable how he tried to view everything with a positive lens. But sometimes she wondered if he let himself have a moment of anxiousness. "You don't have to be positive all the time you know...but I appreciate that you're not telling me off." she said quietly.Names? "Oh no! Not yet. I...am just coming to terms with this myself." she said with a light laugh. Besides, it was still early. Things could go wrong. She didn't think they would - she was young and healthy and...well maybe a little stressed as of late but she doubted that alone would give her trouble. Still, names wouldn't come for some time. Phoebe only just knew that names needed thinking about after all!
He didn't really give her a straight answer to her question and she glanced down at her little pastry. What he did say, how he described everything, was exactly what she had been worried about. "I don't want you to be with me just because of a baby." she said quietly, looking back up at him. She would have a baby with or without him at this point. "It's...it's whether you want me like that or not. You were the one who told me to leave that day." she reminded quietly. She hadn't wanted their relationship to end. She had wanted to work it through but he told her to leave instead. Did he want to be with her? Did he care about her or was this just a matter of pride and honor for him?
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
