somewhere, UK - 1995

Fuck...

Three positive tests, it can't be a mistake now.

You're definitely pregnant.

And you know who the father is.

Because about three months ago, you were at a concert. A Blur concert. You had the chance to go backstage and meet the bands, then you went drinking, and one thing led to another, you ended up in Damon's hotel room. Caught up in the momentum, you didn't think to protect yourself (big mistake, always wore condoms, kids!) and... Well, there's no tactful way to say it, but he came up inside you. And then...

Nothing. You never saw each other again.

It was a drunken one-night stand with the handsome singer of a decent band, nothing more. You didn't even think about it again until you felt the first signs of pregnancy. And it was on the advice of your friends that you took the pregnancy test. This was clearly news you weren't expecting. Congratulations, I guess.

You're just a college student living off two low-paying jobs and barely have enough money for food and a apartment. So the only problem is... How are you going to raise a kid alone? If you decide to give birth, of course, it's your baby, not mine.

In a stroke of luck, you remember that Damon had given you a number towards the end of the night, and after rummaging through your purse, you manage to find it.

Now what are you going to do? Decide whether to call him and discuss the situation with him or take matters into your own hands?