“Will you leave your wife for me?”, Jill asks Scott as soon as the waitress brings them the soup.

“Will you leave your boyfriend for me?”

“I asked first.”

“Are you four years old today? Who cares who asked first. It’s not like my decision has nothing to do with yours.”

“Okay, you’re right, but I still want you to answer first.”

“My wife is pregnant.”

“I know that, but would you leave her for me.”

“My wife is pregnant.”

“I don’t understand, what does that mean?” Jill asks trying to hide the frustration in her voice.

“It means a baby is in her tummy, and in a few months it will come out.”

“Now who is being four?”

“You must have been a very smart four-year old, because when I was four I thought babies came from storks.”

“Scott, I’m being serious, this is something we have to discuss.”

“Okay. I have very strong feelings for you. However, although I don’t feel as strongly about my wife as I used to, I still care about her. I would never leave her while she is pregnant. That’s a pretty cruel thing to do to anyone. And I wouldn’t want my child asking me why I left mommy before they were even born. I guess what I’m saying is that I don’t know if I would leave her, but I won’t make any decisions until the baby is born. How about you, would you leave your boyfriend?”

“I don’t know,” Jill admits. “I enjoy being with you so much more than I do with Tony, but I’ve known him most of my adult life. Being without him is like cutting off an arm or a leg, and I’m not sure how to do that.”

“I guess now we both know where we stand, which is nowhere definite,” Scott says. “At least there is no hurry to make any decisions.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Jill replies, and she concentrates on her soup so she does not have to think about Tony’s impending proposal or her last conversation with Mark.