They played pool at a little hole in the wall bar 2 blocks from home, they sang at the top of their lungs along with the jukebox, and they laughed at how long it had been since they had time away from their kids together. In between bars, Jenny saw a man walking down the street that looked very familiar. "Deanna, slow down, I think that's Scotty!" Deanna pulled into the parking lot next to them and Jenny yelled out the window, "Hey, what's your name?" The man replied back, "Scott." It was him.
They all went to play a few more rounds of pool and have a couple more drinks. By midnight, Jenny was more drunk than she had been in years. She and Scotty caught up on old times, sharing photos of their children, and stories about love and loss. It turned out that his grandmother, the woman who had raised him, passed away only about a year ago. IT was like old times between the two. Jenny wondered if this was meant to be, it was odd to happen to be out that night, and to see him walking down that same street?!
It only took a week before they were happily back in love like when they were teenagers. Scotty told her all about his life now. He had a house with a roommate an hour away that he owned, a motorcycle, and a truck that needed fixed. He had visitation with both of his daughters, and a couple of seasonal jobs.
Jenny still hadn't began birth control, she honestly believed after almost 4 years of not getting pregnant, she wasn't able to. She probably shouldn't have been so naive, because it was July when she found out she was pregnant again.
