As soon as Sean let Roxie move in with him, he regretted it. He quickly found out that Roxie was almost never happy and no matter what he did, it somehow irritated her. The only reason he was letting her stay there was because of the amazing sex and the money she brought to the household. They had both been getting promotions in their jobs and money was slowly becoming less of a worry now that Roxie was a Backup Vocalist and Sean was a Toddler Sports Coach. He gritted his teeth and tolerated her insufferable moodiness because he saw the money she was making was helping him. They had a finished little house now with a table and chairs to eat on.

However, one morning was the last straw for Sean. The sink and the shower broke at the same time while they were using them and Roxie exploded. “Can’t you get us some decent shit around this place?” she screamed. “I’m sick of having to swim through my own damn bathroom!” Sean scowled and threw his toothbrush across the room.

“Me?!? Why don’t you do something? You make more money than I do!” he shouted. “I’m busting my ass wiping those damn kids’ noses and teaching them how to hit a ball sitting on a pole every day so I can bring home money! You just waltz onto a stage and sing some pretty songs and you get wads of cash thrown at you!”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a lazy, conceited asshole, you’d make more money!” Roxie retorted.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a damn grouch all the time, I could stand living with you!” Sean screamed.

Roxie looked as though she was going to say something else, but suddenly went pale and clutched her stomach. “I think I’m going to be sick,” she groaned and shoved past Sean to throw up in the toilet. Sean scoffed.

“Oh sure! Play the poor, sick victim. Like I’m going to fall for that. You’d better clean that mess up. I’m not touching your gross vomit!” he snapped, stalking out of the room.

“Asshole!” Roxie shouted after him after she had finished heaving up her breakfast.

Roxie continued to throw up for the next week. Sean was convinced she was making herself sick on purpose to make him feel guilty for yelling at her, but after a few days, he started to get a little worried. What if something was really wrong with her? What if she really was sick? He scowled and shook his head. Look what this chick’s doing to you, Sean! he told himself. You’re getting way too attached to her. So she has the flu. So what? She’s trying to tie you down. This is exactly what you don’t want. You’ve gotta let her go, he told himself. He resolved to officially kick her out the next day after her doctor’s appointment. It wasn’t like they were going steady or anything. They were just romantic interests, nothing serious.

Roxie came home from work that night, rubbing her stomach and groaning. Sean rubbed the sleep from his eyes and rolled over to face her. “Still sick?” he mumbled.

“Yeah,” Roxie muttered. “Not like you give a shit. Go back to bed,” she scowled. Sean shrugged and did just that.

Sean was getting ready to go to work the next day when Roxie came home from her doctor’s appointment. She looked shaken and pale. Sean raised an eyebrow. “How’d it go?” he asked her, preparing his breakup speech already in his mind. He wanted her out of his house before he got home.

“We need to talk,” she muttered.

“I don’t have time. I need to get to work, so just spit it out,” he told her irritably.

“Fine… I’m pregnant.”

There was a long pause in which neither of them said anything, then Sean threw his hands in the air. “Great! Just great! You went and got yourself pregnant to peg me down! Well, it’s not going to work! It’s probably not even my kid, anyway! Everyone knows you get around more than a Playboy Bunny!” He didn’t expect Roxie to haul off and smack him hard across the face, but that’s exactly what she did.

“You son of a bitch!” she screamed. “It IS your baby! Trust me, I wish it wasn’t, because you’re such a selfish brat, but it is! And don’t kid yourself! I’d never purposely get pregnant by you! No one would! You’re not as great as you think you are, you slimy weasel!” She said something else, but it got lost between her sobs. “But don’t worry, you won’t have to be a dad. I’ll pack my stuff and be gone. I hate you, anyway!”

“… No…” Sean sighed. What was he doing? He wanted Roxie out of his hair, didn’t he? He did, but he just couldn’t bring himself to kick a pregnant woman out on the street. He may be selfish and shallow, but he wasn’t evil. “Just… sit tight for a while. We’ll figure something out later. I’m late for work. You, uh… gonna be okay by yourself? With the kid?” he asked awkwardly. Roxie sniffled and nodded.

“Yeah, go. We need the money. We need it more now than before,” she muttered. Sean just dumbly nodded and left, feeling completely numb.

Him? A father? He didn’t want to be a father! This wasn’t fair! What was he going to do?