Who: Bridget Jones and Mark Darcy. When: After they were texting. What: Aftermath of learning about her books and movies. Where: Their apartment Warnings: Spoilers for the movies and mad about the boy.
Bridget glanced down at her belly. "Your mum's learned a few things. We can't actually pace a hole in the space station floor. Which is very good. No one wants a giant pregnant lady landing on top of them." She walked in a few more circles around the room. "What else? I know there are books and movies, that tell all of your Mum's secrets. You'll know how brilliant your dad is, how crazy I am, and how your grandmother made me this way. You'll also know that I was a tramp before you came along. It all worked out wonderfully. I got you and a reminder to check expiry dates on everything, even condoms."
She stopped pacing and flopped down onto the couch. "It's not all good. Your dad will know about Jack and that I kept it from him. I shouldn't have. Wanting to leave Jack and all that back in England, is no excuse. Whatever happens between your dad and I now, we both love you very much." She reached for her water bottle and sipped from it, trying to pretend it was a proper cocktail. "And sadly, that's not the worst thing. The last book also tells the future. It doesn't have to be that way though. The books are different from the movies. And we're in space now. The future's not set at all." She took a deep breath and glanced at the door, expecting Mark at any moment. "We'll see what happens."