Who: Alexander (and Ashleigh in comments) What: A little bit of shock. Where: Around Vegas, the Bellagio When: After her text message Warnings/Rating: Some medical talk.
The phone remained in his hands minutes after he'd gotten the text from her. Positive. What was she trying to pull? He hadn't thought she was seeing someone else, but that was the only other answer if her pack of brothers hadn't put her up to this. The only other option, the only one -- the journal lay forgotten next to him on his bed as he dialed the number for his own doctor.
What he heard was nothing that he wanted to hear. "Failed procedure," "live sperm," "yours was left open," a detailed picture on how exactly he could get Ashleigh pregnant. He didn't want to be a father, never had, something his family wouldn't understand now and regardless of everything else he was capable of, he wasn't capable of physically hurting her or the child growing within her.
Which left only the option to be the one he'd already spoken to her about. This, too, was something he never thought he would experience. His heart was too fully tied to someone else, someone he was incapable of marrying. But this, this was what had to be done, wasn't it? If it was his, he had to be there, for her, for the fetus that would become a child. Yet every ring he looked at was wrong, this one more wrong than the last, that one more wrong than the others. Too big, too small, something that failed to fit with his expectations, something that would dwarf Ashleigh's finger, round and round he went, like a dog chasing his own tail from jewelry store to jewelry store.
And none had what he wanted. After the very last store, he simply began to walk. Up one street, down another, turn right, turn left, the phone in his pocket silent, his journal still on his bed at home.
The next morning, he returned there, showered, changed, wrote a brief note to Chloe, but he couldn't stand to reply to the rest as he left and headed for the Bellagio and the room where he knew Ashleigh was.