Dad, that’s not exactly how it—
Well, how did it happen?
I was driving, and she came out of nowhere.
And that the excuse we’re going with?
Not buyin’ it?
Not in the least.
Oh, no, you don’t. That ‘but Daddy’ stuff used to work.
Okay, Dad. I was drunk.
What have I told you about drinking!
Woah, Dad. I was drunk on love.
Wait, are you telling me you were having sex while driving?
I saw it in a movie, Daddy.
That’s it. Your mother is going to kill you.
What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
So, you wreck the car and want me to lie to your mother?
Not lie, just not tell her everything.
I don’t know.
Oh, and I’m pregnant.
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