Life Shattering Part 4

I was determined to make things right.

I had fucked up, and I knew it, there were no two ways about it.

I had texted Sally a few hours after my startling realisation. I'd obviously worried her so badly, she took a private jet out to see me straight away.

She held my hand across the restaurant table, as I told her what had occurred and the events leading up to my demise.

'I just gotta ask Bee...' she said, taking a sip of her Coopers. 'Uh... who are the potential Dad's?'

It was the question I was dreading. Partly because I was so mortified, and partly because I, myself couldn't believe how reckless I was over a 24 hour period.

'Well... Brad Salter and I had sex, but like... he swears he wore a rubber - so I am guessing he is out. Then... I sort of, kinda... had a bit of a wild time with Reg Cornell at a wedding, where I drank a bit too much absinthe. I definitely said a very... happy hello to Stephen Leece as he was in town. And Michael Maynard and I caught up for some... happy times' I drifted off toward the end.

Sally blinked for a moment and held her index finger up to gesture for me to wait, she took her beer and sculled it.

'Ok.' She said, taking a breath. She moved seats to the one closest to me and gave me a huge hug. 'You'll get through this Bee. I know you will. And I'll be standing by your side the entire way.'

She's a good friend. Next up, just to catch up with my homegirl and my sister.

For now though, I was just determined to make us the special two again.