The Back-up Plan Page #6

Zoe?

What are you doing?

Nothing. How was your exam?

Shitty. Come on,

what were you doing?

Nothing.

I gained three more pounds

this week.

And l think it went all to my ass.

You look great. You always

look great. I missed you today.

I miss my old ass.

You know what's weird?

I never knew your old ass.

It was kind of like this ass,

but way hotter.

-Baby.

-Yeah?

This is my old ass.

What?

Why do you have a picture

of your ass?

My college boyfriend took it.

So in all fairness,

it doesn't look exactly like that...

...but it's pretty close. It's held up.

Yeah, it's a nice ass.

Look, this is me

in the seventh grade.

This is me and Nana

at my confirmation.

This is the last picture

I have of my mom.

She lived for a few more years

after this.

But we didn't take any pictures.

She didn't want us

to remember her that way.

I was 8 years old when she died.

I can't imagine.

She had this great laugh.

And really soft hands.

She used to rub my back

before l went to sleep.

It's such a small thing,

but I think about it all the time.

Why don't you ever talk

about your dad?

She was in a coma

for two years after this.

He didn't stick around.

Oh, God, Zoe.

I'm so sorry.

It's no big deal.

It was an important lesson for me.

That's when I realized

that nothing lasts forever.

So now you know everything.

Some things can last forever.

Maybe.

So about my exam.

I didn't exactly--

That's weird.

I'm confused. Why'd you say

you'd come in the first place?

It seemed like a good idea

at the time.

-ls that Zoe?

-Zoe!

-Hey.

-lt is so nice of you to come.

Hi.

Yeah, we just wanted to stop by

and say a quick "hi" and good luck.

No, you're staying. You have to stay.

Lori wants us all here for this.

I really want to stay.

She's having a contraction.

Okay. So, what were you saying?

This is Stan.

-Of course.

-Hi. Hi.

-Congratulations.

-Thank you.

Hey, you two should get in here.

No, this is your special moment...

-...and we should go.

-No. Oh, God, l'm not shy.

Come on, l've been through it before.

I am not shy.

It is really quite beautiful.

How long do we have to stay here?

-Just wait till it starts. We'll sneak out.

-Okay.

Come on, everyone. lt's happening.

Come on.

She's about to get into the water.

The what?

I'm gonna be out here, okay?

Just relax. Breathe.

I know. Isn't it amazing...

...how the human body

can just open up like that?

I'm gonna go get a little air.

I'm feeling a little--

No, Zoe. Don't you move, Zoe.

You're my focal point.

-What?

-Oh, God.

Push, Lori. Push.

Holy sh*t!

You can't leave.

You're her focal point.

Can't she use somebody else?

She's in labor.

You can't argue with her now.

Someone grab her legs.

Lift them up. Lift them up.

-Push. That's it, push.

-Breathe.

Jesus, what is that?

Perfectly natural.

Sometimes the bowels just release.

-Ridley, if you could.

-Okay, okay, Lori.

No, Zoe! Don't you move!

You are my focal point.

What does that even mean?

I need to turn over!

I need to turn over, please!

-We are here for you, sister!

-l need to turn over.

We are all pushing with you!

Here comes the head!

-Get me a mirror! l want to see it!

-No! You don't!

-Goddamn it, Zoe, don't move!

-l thought you wanted a mirror.

Stan, the mirror!

-What?

-The mirror!

What mirror?

-Get the mirror! For the love of God!

-Stan!

-Stan, get the mirror!

-Get the mirror!

-Hi, I'm Stan. l'm sorry.

-Give me the mirror. Nobody cares.

-Okay.

-No. No.

-Look at all that hair.

-That's not the baby's hair.

One last push!

Everyone says it's so beautiful.

I thought it was terrifying.

I don't ever want to see that again.

But you want to see ours, right?

I don't know, baby. lt was just--

I shouldn't have seen that.

Hey, I was just coming by

to see if you were okay.

I was worried about you

after the exam.

-What happened with your exam?

-l was trying to tell you last night.

-What happened?

-l walked out of the exam.

-Why?

-l'm quitting school.

I can't believe you're pregnant.

Why are you quitting school?

Because if l stay in school,

I can only work part-time.

If l work part-time, l can't afford

our expenses. l need to work.

I had no idea it was this serious.

You're having a baby?

I didn't know

you'd been together that long.

Well, yeah, they're not mine,

but yes, we're having a baby.

We're having twins, actually.

-What do you mean, "Not mine"?

-Didn't mean it like that.

-Why would you say that?

-l'm sorry.

I'm not exactly thinking straight.

I've been up all night watching Orca

give birth.

-l am such an idiot.

-No, Zoe.

Oh, God, l am so stupid.

This is not about money...

...or that you can't afford kids.

You don't want this.

That's the problem.

He always told me

he didn't want kids.

Why are you still here?

-Okay.

-That's it, isn't it?

Really? After everything we've been

through, you think I don't want kids?

-That's what you just said.

-lt's what you just heard.

There's a big difference.

I don't think you're ready for this.

Now that it's all happening...

...now you've seen

a woman push a baby out...

...now it's all too real for you.

And you're scared.

Damn right, l'm scared. Yeah.

-Aren't you scared?

-Know what I'm scared of?

I'm scared

I'm gonna have these babies...

...and then

you're gonna walk away.

You're gonna say, "They're

not mine," and just walk away.

You look for some hint

that I'm leaving...

...no matter how many times

I tell you I'm not.

I don't know what else to do.

What else am l supposed to do?

Nothing.

So, what are you saying?

-Just go now.

-l don't want to go.

-Go.

-This is crazy, Zoe. It's crazy.

If you don't go, l'll go.

You know what? Just so you know

when you do the autopsy here...

...you better realize you have no one

to blame but yourself.

You had to come along, didn't you?

I was fine with my plan.

Totally fine with it.

You've lost your mind.

Just give me a boost.

If you think you are getting

into this Dumpster--

I need that pillow, okay?

I can't sleep.

I will never sleep again

without that pillow.

Well, go to his house.

Tell him you're sorry.

Then you'll be able to sleep.

This has nothing to do with

that stupid pillow.

I'm not going to his house, okay?

He walked away from me.

You made him walk away.

What do you know?

You weren't there.

I've known you for 30 years.

I know that you would never

see this through.

I know that you don't trust people.

You and your grandmother,

crazy-pants.

She's been engaged to Arthur

for how long now?

She's never gonna marry him.

Just like you were never gonna

stay with Stan.

Okay, Mona.

I mean,

no wonder you got a sperm donor.

He's the perfect boyfriend.

He'll never let you down.

You know, I used a sperm donor

because l wanted a baby.

Because I wanted a family.

Because Nana's not gonna

live forever...

...and then it'll just be me.

Look, just go home. Okay?

I don't need you here.

I need my pillow.

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