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[ILLICIT AFFAIRS]

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"I need to talk to you." 

Adelaide sits down at the table opposite Chris and he looks up at her as she drops her bag onto the seat beside her. "We said this had to stop." He whispers. 

"Why are you whispering? No one here knows who we are." She says with a slight frown and he glances around briefly before sighing.

"Adelaide,"

"I'm pregnant." 

Chris stops as he goes to speak and she sighs, nodding a little. "Yeah, figured that'd be your reaction. Look, I don't want anything and I'm not expecting anything. Honestly, I'd like you to get out of town faster because the farther you are away from me, the less likely your father is to find out. I just thought you should know. I don't know, I don't the etiquette for getting knocked up during an affair." She says.

"You came in here to tell me your pregnant and to ask me to leave faster?" He asks.

"If I wasn't safe just because we were sleeping together, I am definitely not safe pregnant. So, yeah, get out of town faster. Way faster. Get as far away from me as possible and stay as far away from me as possible. Don't come knocking in like ten years because you think you should get to know your kid, just go. I'm fine. The kid'll probably be a werewolf anyway. Most Hales are." Adelaide says.

"I wouldn't care if the kid was a werewolf." He says.

"Well, that's mighty big of you, Christopher. Just leave me alone. I don't need money, I don't need help. I'd just like to survive long enough to at least have the child." She says before getting up as she grabs her bag, walking out of the diner without another word and Chris sits back with a sigh.

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