When Ian reached the cottage that he's going to share with Tracey, he slumped to bed quickly and crossed his arms over his head. Tracey was currently busy putting her clothes in the closet. She glanced at him many times and he didn't even notice her. He was busy thinking of his first love.
"So, she's our ex-?" Tracey asked.
"Yeah, my first love." He mumbled. "It's been a while since we have met each other face to face and she still hates me. Does it mean that she still loves me?"
"Uh, no. It means that she's pissed off you."
"Hmm," He hummed.
"And you want to get back to her?"
"Yeah, sure why not?" He shrugged. "If she would accept me, I would gladly cuddle her and take care of her child."
"She has a child?"
"She's pregnant." He sat up and undressed. Tracey was quiet for a moment and she turned back from him and organized the closet. "I'm going to sleep. Can you order me some refreshments?"
