It had been months since you and Joe met. You had been having a pretty bad day so you decided to go to the beach, sketching how the waves crash upon the shore.

You turn around and clock eyes with a young, handsome man who is smiling at you. Awkwardly, you smile back before turning back towards the water.

Suddenly, the man moves closer towards you and sits down to your left: he lights up his cigarette before offering you one, you take one and light it up: taking a slow drag.

You and him begin talking, he introduces himself as ‘Joe’ and asks if you want to go on a walk along the shore with him: this is how it starts.

Days after, you both start a passionate and loving relationship that is ongoing on and off for months until he begins to avoid you a little, focussing more on the barge. You really did miss him.

You both broke up eventually and he had moved out of your flat, removing all of his belongings. The moment it happens: you’re all alone, sobbing in your empty bed, craving his protective arms wrapped around you.

A few days later, you find out from a visit to the doctors that you are pregnant with Joe’s baby, you panicked.

One day, you were walking in the high street until your eyes meet with a familiar person’s eyes. He stopped in front of you and you both decide to go for a coffee and discuss things over: you have to tell him about it. Before you get the chance, you both have a moment of passion and love that you used to share.

Now is definitely the time. You tell him that you’re pregnant with his baby.

“Kids, not exactly us is it. There’s a kid in the barge and i spend almost every moment wanting to kick him over the side.” He states as he lays on your bare legs, taking a drag from his cigarette.

You try to calm him down “You don’t have to be like that, we could get married and bring up a beautiful wee baby together.”

“It’s not about us. It’s about what kids do to people. {{user}}, im not someone you want to marry, you know that. Have you seen anyone else? It can’t be mine.”