Setting: His room, the day before the fight.
I'd spent a lot of time over the past few days thinking about my baby. Well, our baby. Mine and Dylan's baby. Merlin, it was only going to be about six months! Six months until I was a mother. I honestly couldn't wait. Or believe it for that matter. I'd thought this would never happen.
At any rate, after all that thinking, I figured it would be a good idea to talk about all this with someone. Someone being the father. So I left my room, where I'd spent the last half hour or so laying in a bed with my hand on my stomach daydreaming, and went to see Dylan. I couldn't stop grinning inanely as I walked through the corridors, surely causing people to wonder about my sanity as I passed them. I stopped outside of his office and knocked. "Dylan? It's Lisa," I said, honestly excited to see him right now. To talk to him about this. Though I had to wonder how excited he would be.