Farryn wondered about the baby inside her and hoped that her child would have a bright future. Being a dropout herself, she knew first-hand the hardships of not finishing high school. In fact, she was fortunate to have become everything that she was today.
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She and her brother, Clay, were the products of a successful marriage. Her parents loved their children and had worked hard for everything they had. She grew up with the white picket fence, the SUV and the family dog - the entire package. You might ask how a good parent would ever permit their child to drop out of school. The Morgans were a happy, healthy family. However, Damien and Ainsley considered themselves to be "progressive" and believed in supporting their children in whatever they chose to do. So, when Farryn had announced her desire to leave school at the tender age of ten, Ainsley had agreed that she could come work for the family's consignment store once she turned fifteen.
Ainsley had secretly hoped that her daughter would change her mind once she got a little older, but Farryn stood firm in her decision. In her mind, grownups had all the fun and even waiting until she was fifteen was far too long. Damien hoped that she might return after a year or so after experiencing a real-life job. She was a Daddy's girl and in his eyes, could do no wrong, but he wanted his little girl to enjoy her childhood.
At fifteen years old, Farryn began working twenty hours a week. She still studied with her brother so she would not be thought ignorant and read books and played the piano in her spare time. Ainstley and Damien expected her to put a portion of her paycheck towards rent, to show Farryn that being an adult wasn't all just fun and games. In doing so, she became a good worker and learned the value of a dollar.
When she was eighteen, she moved out to live in her own small rental house. It had been difficult finding a job once she had left the security of her parents' store, but she had managed to get hired at the Watering Hole Saloon. Back then, she didn't have a flair for fashion or know how to juggle wine glasses. She was young and naive, with absolutely no street smarts, but luckily, she only had to pour beer for her customers and look pretty.
She had been working there for three years and had finally gotten promoted to full-fledged bartender when she met him.
His name was Jamie Sutton. He had moved to Hidden Springs to work at Scrumptious Nibbles Cafe as a line cook. Farryn had thought him gorgeous and could barely make the man a proper drink. Having worked at the bar for so long, she had met her fair share of men already, but no one serious. The hours made it difficult to have a relationship and honestly, the idea of commitment made her skin crawl.
They got along famously and soon became fast friends. Mondays were her nights off. The Saloon became a regular hangout for the two of them, to laugh and flirt over drinks until the bartender on duty would send them home in a cab.
It was Jamie who was there the first time she had ever danced on a bar, swaying her drunk hips to the beat of the music, in what she hoped was a provocative manner.
They would go for drives on the weekends, taking windy, desolate country roads, Jamie pushing his old Vorn Stallion well past the speed limit, Farryn laughing and pleading for him to not crash.
They were friends, family and lovers for six months. Farryn had never felt more than a passing fancy for a man in her entire life. She hated when they asked her to define their relationship and would normally abandon them once she grew tired of them. It was always the same old drivel. What is your favorite color? What is your favorite music? What did you want to be when you grew up? Even the sex had been less than stimulating. Start out on missionary, change it up with a little girl-on-top and finish with doggie style. Jamie, however, wasn't a carbon copy of anyone. Jamie talked about things like belly-button lint as seriously as someone might discuss global warming. He liked loud punk music, but also listened to opera. His favorite movie was Dead Poets Society and he could quote the entire thing. He could appreciate a fine scotch or cigar but yet chugged Wild Turkey from the bottle. And he was no slouch in the bedroom department.
Their relationship was sexual and friendly, but it was more than either sex or friendship. Neither of them would ever ask the other to make it official. They liked each other and they had fun while they were together. Farryn was sure that was the reason that made it just work for them. He didn't force her for commitment and was just happy to have her company. He would come over some nights to just watch horror movies with her. She felt comfortable with him.
One night, he told her that she would be the one he would want to date if he had to choose. Back in Twinbrook, his dad had bailed when he was a toddler and his mother was the town bicycle. Needless to say, he never had experienced a family and didn't "do relationships".
Before she could respond, the moment was past. Jamie moved back to Twinbrook the following month to deal with his mother. He left before she could explain herself. She had never been the type of girl to plan her wedding or scribble her first name with a boy's last name on an English binder. She wasn't the type to obsess over dating, in her teenager or adult years. She had never planned on keeping him around for so long. But what she had shared with Jamie had been something real. And as close as they had been, Farryn knew that she would never know him as a boyfriend, that there were just some roles a person could never fill, some ways that you could never fully know them. She also knew that if or when she ever decided to date, they would never be as close to her as Jamie had been. That even if she got married, she would always keep some part of her feelings for her blue-haired punk boy.
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Oddly enough, Jamie had kind of prepared her for her life with Go. Jamie's calls had tapered off by the time she had gotten hired at P.U.R.E. and even though she still missed him, life had continued. The guys at the new bar were two-dimensional frat packers who were only useful for keeping her bed warm and she hadn't met anyone worth spending time with. Life's a lot lonelier once you've experienced a sort of intimacy and Jamie's shoes were seemingly impossible to fill. Then Go walked into P.U.R.E. one night and for the first time in four years, Farryn had felt a spark.
They led excellent albeit unconventional lives and together, seemed to mesh well. Working at the gallery, she had come to respect Go as a person and an artist, getting to know him through his paintings. Farryn was more of a party animal and couldn't quite connect to the tortured artist but they could make decent enough conversation, even if it was about simple, superficial topics. The sex was definitely some of the better she had experienced. Go was a considerate lover rather than one who would ravish her on a dining room table, although there's something to be said about that as well. They had yet to give each other a label and in that respect, he was similar to Jamie.
Farryn and Go got on well enough and at the very least, she cared about the guy, maybe even loved him. But although she was technically footloose and fancy-free, she was also having his baby, which bound them together for the rest of their lives. The worst part, is she couldn't even tell him how she was feeling. Go was emotionally unavailable to her. Something had happened in his adolescent years that had made him shut down almost completely. The times he would let her in would be tiny flashes of light that would extinguish faster than a matchstick's flame. They were two people, who may or may not love each other, who were having a baby. He had the emotional capacity of a Lunchable and she harbored residual feelings for a boy Go had never even heard of.
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At the insistence of his parents, she agreed to move into their house. Marilyn and Nate, although not thrilled with their son's lifestyle, didn't think that a gallery was a suitable place for a newborn and were willing to help with the baby once it was born.
Marilyn had redecorated the house in warm chocolates, light blues and cream suede. With two adult children who were both living their own lives, she had nothing better to do. There would be plenty of room for them, especially now that Lilly was living with Asher Horowitz. Farryn and Go would be given the master bedroom, which already had a corner set aside for the baby. The most recent ultrasound had determined it to be a little girl.
Farryn had found Marilyn to be a bit frosty at first, but had warmed up over time. Marilyn had hoped that Go would get married now that he had a family on the way. She resigned herself to planning a wedding for the newly engaged Lilly and Asher instead.
Go was uncharacteristically ecstatic about the baby. Admittedly, he had been less than thrilled when he had first heard the news. After all, this was never supposed to be a serious relationship. But the baby was something separate from his views on monogamy. He couldn't wait to be a father. Nate, more a best friend than a dad himself, took the opportunity during one particular foosball match to offer some parenting advice to his son.
Go thought that maybe he would finally find his niche, figure out what he was supposed to do and why he existed. Everyone says if you have problems in a relationship, don't think having a baby would solve them. But Go was thinking something different. He was hoping that by having this baby, he could save himself.