"Would that make everything better? By you meeting him?" Krys asked, an eyebrow quirked as she turned up to him. She felt extremely at ease when looking at his eyes, for they were an amazing color, mesmerizing and distracting all at once. "And by 'should', I'm assuming you mean you 'expect to very soon or else there will be consequences.'"
She sighed. What else was she supposed to do in this situation? "Maybe you can scare him off for me. Complain about a deformity or a rare disease that makes my skin turn purple at midnight." Krys was nodding to herself as she said this, as if she was fooling herself.
"Or," Krys plowed on, her false cheerfulness doing an annoying and awful high pitch to her voice. "You can meet him for me. We're supposed to get together. Later. Whenever."
There was a bit of hand flapping, as if this was a situation she could dismiss easily. The creeping thought of 'I'm going to have a baby with a person that doesn't even love me' was a bit depressing, not to mention made her extremely nauseous. Her baby definitely deserved better than her.
Her hands unconsciously placed themselves on her stomach, a protective shell she hoped would block her and her unborn child from everything. "Or, I can have an affair." A joke, nonetheless a lame one.