i wish he was younger.

our message on brennen's answering machine went something like this:

rae: hello? brennen? i guess you're not there...
i wanted to tell you this in person, but it's been hard so i'm telling you on the phone...
i'm pregnant.
i want to keep the..no wait, i don't want it..yes i do..NO no i don't...
(brief pause while rae pretends to "accidently" to forget to hang-up the phone - cue crying)

emily: *sobs loudly into phone* (hangs up).