WHO: Xo and Elliot WHEN: 8/26 WHERE: Xo’s house SUMMARY: Xo has to keep Elliot up to date on some things. WARNINGS: Improper dart board
“So. Fun fact. You know how I've been spending time with Rhett Wyatt?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“It started because we had run into each other before. You know. Like years ago.”
“Yeah, I know. I remember you telling me about that when it happened. Is he being less of an asshole to you finally?”
“Uh. So. That depends on your definition of asshole.”
A pause. “Xo. What happened?”
“I might have left out that it was six years ago that I ran into Rhett.”
“IIIIIIII’m not sure, but okay. Wait, were you pregnant when you first met him?”
“Not yet.”
“Okay. Um. Can you just tell me what you want to tell me already? Because in my head, I’m jumping to the conclusion that Rhett is Olly’s dad, or something, which would be a helluva coincidence.”
“Well, he’s asked for a blood test.”
“...Olly isn’t his. He can’t be.”
“I mean. It’s possible. Mathematically.”
“That’s just—that’s—like, yeah, it’s possible, but it’s not possible. Are you—was he—how did he ask?”
“So we were going on the picnic that he dropped all that money on and asked for it and brought up like a contract and everything and it was just a lot so I left him with his basket.”
“He spent thousands of dollars on a picnic basket to ask for a paternity test? The fuck.”
“I don’t even know if he knew it was my basket when he spent thousands of dollars on it.”
“...That makes me feel a little less icky. So. Paternity test….are you going to do it?”
“I don’t know. I sort of hired Eddie to dig up information. Just in case.”
“Smart. That was a good idea.”
“Yeah. I mean it’s probably just going to be ‘oh by the way he could bury you’”
“At least you’re prepared this way. What can I do, Xo? How can I help?”
“I don’t know. I don’t even know what to do.”
“We could throw darts at a picture of his face?”
“If it hits an eye then I let him have a blood test?”
“I mean. We could do that. But also I was just thinking you need a chance to let off some steam first and then you can decide.”
“I guess. Can you still pet my hair while I sulk? And can there be wine?”