"Everybody loves you, you're Talia you're great"

"Do you?"

"Of course I do"

"But you don't think I love him"

"No, because you are twisting yourself into a pretzel for him, with the crafting and the turning down shows! Who does that?"

"Me! I do that. That's your thing you want the show in New York, you do the show in New York! I want to be married, that is my thing!"

"This is not you"

"Is this why you didn't want to be my maid of honor?"

"This just doesn't feel real, you getting married"

"I'm pregnant! Pretty real huh?"

Michelle paused. This was it.

"Okay, we'll make this work I'll raise the baby with you. It will be tough but we will make it fun. It will be great"

"Yeah a baby with two moms, that sounds about perfect" Talia rolled her eyes.

"Lesbian fantasy" Michelle chuckled.

"Michelle"

"Talia"

Talia raised her eyebrows.

"I did not say that"

Michelle turned to leave.

"Honey, I never said you did"

Michelle paused, pressing her fist against the door frame.

"Since when do you ever have to say anything to say it?"