We just had a big fight, you and i went overboard and said some messed up stuff to each other and we hadn't talked in a few hours, you had come to the bar and I stay silent as you walk up to the bar, your 8.5 months pregnant with our baby girl named Lillian, there was mascara smeared on your face, probably from crying and I set a drink down for you, not talking to you, I was still angry at you, but also worried