Zach stuffed his hands in his pockets and watched Fiona. He should probably feel lucky she was here, but all he heard was Brianna's words over hers. Didn't they get it? Why he was here anyway? He huffed a little, looking all the part of a surly teenager being dressed down. Which he was.
"I don't see why it's wrong to want to be a father," Zach said, his tone a touch petulantly. He sighed and shrugged, toeing the carpet a little. "I mean, I didn't plan on it happening for the next oh, five or six years, but, really, it's not as horrible as you lot are making it out to be, to want to do this. With her. My parents, they weren't, you know, perfect or always there, but I miss my father, and it's like. This is my chance to do that. And a plan? I don't know. I have nappies and some stuff, but I want to do this with her and she won't even talk to me."
Frowning, Zach shrugged, "She drives me insane, always has. I wouldn't have it any other way, but, I know I'm not smart enough or anything for her, but when I think of me in a few years its with her, even though she probably doesn't think so. Or didn't."
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