Oliver waved for a waitress and order a coffee before deciding how to answer Kirley's statement. Did he love Meghan? Yes. Did he want to spend the rest of his life with her? He was pretty sure that was a yes as well. But he didn't want to do it quite yet because it would make it seem as if the only reason he wanted to marry her was because she was carrying his baby.
"Well..." he trailed off, just as the waitress was returning with his coffee. He nodded a thank you and poured some creme into his cup, stirring it slowly. "I suppose. I just..."
Okay it was time to stop being nervous and just be on with it. "Okay, let's just cut to the chase. I love your sister. I always had that girl in the past that I thought I 'loved', but Meghan is the first girl I've absolutely felt it with. I would never do anything to hurt her. That night..." he ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "We got drunk. We just found out we made the National Team and just started drinking and things happened and you've heard the result. Neither of us were thinking and just wanted to celebrate. We screwed up, but I'm manning up to my mistakes and not running away scared."
Oliver took a deep breath and a small sip of his coffee. "I know that your da' wasn't around," he said in a softer voice. "I don't want my child to grow up not having that father figure to look up to."