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Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

@Venus Presenting my replacement character instead of April.

Felicità Bruna Di Francesco

Should've known better than to fuck with someone like me~

Nicknames

Commonly referred to as Bruna.

Age

Twenty-Seven Years Old

Gender | Pronouns | Sexuality

Female || She/Her || Bisexual

Relationship Status

Recently divorced.

Occupation

US Border and Customs Agent with Miami Port Authority

Current Address

110 Clarendon Ave || Palm Beach, Florida || 33480

Appearance

• Hair: Long dark brown hair, worn down unless she's working.
• Eyes: An even darker shade of brown than her hair.
• Height & Weight: Five-foot-seven, 145lbs
• Body Type: Muscular, athletic and sturdy. It takes a lot to take her down.
• Clothing Style: Utilitarian unless she's attending an event such as the reunion. Simple clothing in monochrome colors, favors black above most other colors. Occasionally seen in colored clothing while at home or attending aforementioned events.
• Makeup: If looks could kill. Her makeup is applied to pierce souls, particularly around the eyes.

Personality

• Confident
• Easy to rile, quick to fight
• Protective
• Manipulative
• Detail-oriented
• Self-endangering

Backstory

• Born and raised in Palm Beach, but frequently traveled to see family in Italy. Spent about equal time in Italy and Palm Beach until she was old enough for high school. She speaks both English and Italian fluently.
• Moved permanently back to Palm Beach when she was accepted into King's Academy, living in the Di Francesco mansion.
• Got introduced to the family "business" while in school and would frequently either be absent from class, or would be pulled out of school mid-day for no apparent reason.
• She represented King's Academy in mixed martial arts and wrestling. She also played on the school's soccer team, much to the delight of her father.
• Graduated with an average GPA, mostly due to her absences dragging down her grades from missed tests and assignments.
• Accepted into Florida State University's law program. Met her now ex-husband Stefan and got married two years into their relationship. Proceeded to earn her law degree and graduated from the program with honors.
• Applied and was accepted to join the US Customs and Border Protection Service. She has been serving with them for just over five years now.
• Divorced her husband two years into her service with Customs after she caught him cheating with one of her sisters. Her ex-husband was reported missing a few months later and the investigation is ongoing.

Extras

• The Di Francesco family is a smaller crime family based in Miami, FL. Currently responsible for a large portion of cocaine importation, and frequent money launderer for smaller organized crime groups. They are known for being merciless in their dealings and while the name isn't as known as some, it still carries weight in the criminal world of Florida State.
• Bruna keeps relatively distanced from her family's dealings, but frequently turns a blind eye to their imports for obvious reasons. The occasional seizure is deemed necessary to keep suspicions down on her own career.
• My currently on repeat song: Billy Talent - Reactor
• More random facts to come...

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

Felicità Bruna Di Francesco

Should've known better than to fuck with someone like me~

Nicknames

Commonly referred to as Bruna.

Age

Twenty-Seven Years Old

Gender | Pronouns | Sexuality

Female || She/Her || Bisexual

Relationship Status

Recently divorced.

Occupation

US Border and Customs Agent with Miami Port Authority

Current Address

110 Clarendon Ave || Palm Beach, Florida || 33480

Appearance

• Hair: Long dark brown hair, worn down unless she's working.
• Eyes: An even darker shade of brown than her hair.
• Height & Weight: Five-foot-seven, 145lbs
• Body Type: Muscular, athletic and sturdy. It takes a lot to take her down.
• Clothing Style: Utilitarian unless she's attending an event such as the reunion. Simple clothing in monochrome colors, favors black above most other colors. Occasionally seen in colored clothing while at home or attending aforementioned events.
• Makeup: If looks could kill. Her makeup is applied to pierce souls, particularly around the eyes.

Personality

• Confident
• Easy to rile, quick to fight
• Protective
• Manipulative
• Detail-oriented
• Self-endangering

Backstory

• Born and raised in Palm Beach, but frequently traveled to see family in Italy. Spent about equal time in Italy and Palm Beach until she was old enough for high school. She speaks both English and Italian fluently.
• Moved permanently back to Palm Beach when she was accepted into King's Academy, living in the Di Francesco mansion.
• Got introduced to the family "business" while in school and would frequently either be absent from class, or would be pulled out of school mid-day for no apparent reason.
• She represented King's Academy in mixed martial arts and wrestling. She also played on the school's soccer team, much to the delight of her father.
• Graduated with an average GPA, mostly due to her absences dragging down her grades from missed tests and assignments.
• Accepted into Florida State University's law program. Met her now ex-husband Stefan and got married two years into their relationship. Proceeded to earn her law degree and graduated from the program with honors.
• Applied and was accepted to join the US Customs and Border Protection Service. She has been serving with them for just over five years now.
• Divorced her husband two years into her service with Customs after she caught him cheating with one of her sisters. Her ex-husband was reported missing a few months later and the investigation is ongoing.

Extras

• The Di Francesco family is a smaller crime family based in Miami, FL. Currently responsible for a large portion of cocaine importation, and frequent money launderer for smaller organized crime groups. They are known for being merciless in their dealings and while the name isn't as known as some, it still carries weight in the criminal world of Florida State.
• Bruna keeps relatively distanced from her family's dealings, but frequently turns a blind eye to their imports for obvious reasons. The occasional seizure is deemed necessary to keep suspicions down on her own career.
• My currently on repeat song: Billy Talent - Reactor
• More random facts to come...

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

@Venus As requested...

Character withdrawn, replacement down a few posts.

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Roleplay:

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion

Character withdrawn from roleplay.

April Lillian Foster

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Nicknames

Tiger Lily, Lils

Age

Twenty-Seven Years Old

Gender | Pronouns | Sexuality

Female || She/Her || Bisexual (Not open about it, few know.)

Relationship Status

Happily married.

Occupation

Driver and Professional Engineer for Foster Racing

Current Address

6540 SW 123rd St, Pinecrest, FL 33156

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Appearance

• Hair: Light brown, frequently coloured with highlights that bring it closer to blonde. Usually worn down unless she's at work, where it will be worn in some form of ponytail.
• Eyes: Brown
• Height & Weight: 5’6”, 135lbs
• Body Type: Sturdy, toned and muscular with an average frame.
• Clothing Style: Work attire consists of slim fitting capris-cut jeans, supportive running shoes, an athletic t-shirt and finished off with a Foster-Racing branded black softshell jacket. Casual attire will consist usually of jeans or a skirt, combined with her practically trademarked cropped leather jacket, a sporty tank top and a pair of subdued flats on her feet.
• Makeup: Usually fairly subtle, but she will go all out for parties and formal appearances.

Personality

• Confident
• Mischievous
• Honest
• Stubborn
• Loyal
• Arrogant

Generally a nice and approachable person, but is fiercely competitive (and occasionally arrogant) in some aspects. She can get herself into trouble very quickly. Very stubborn and will fight hard to get her way.

Backstory

April was born in the beginnings of a legacy that would one day become one of the top names in formula one racing. Jamie Foster, April’s father, started from humble beginnings in amateur track racing and by the time April was born, had risen up the ranks into the international scene. Because of this, he was frequently away from home and April was mainly raised by her mother, Alyssa. While James was away, Alyssa was still working her full-time job as an accountant and often left April with a babysitter just to be able to keep her head above water.

Fast forward ten years into April’s life and her father had finally retired from racing full-time, earning enough money passively from the commercialization of his name. April had learned to love her father despite having seen him very little throughout her life, looking up to him like he was her hero. She spent every waking moment with him in the garage, “helping” him whenever he worked on his cars. April grew to love the garage as she grew older and older, and it drove her mother crazy. All of Alyssa’s effort to raise April and now her daughter seemed to adore her father more than herself.

On April’s twelfth birthday, her mother divorced her father and left, leaving the two of them alone for a man she’d been seeing in secret. Driven by the spur of the moment, her father decided that they’d be moving. That same night. To a place halfway across the country. That place? Crown Heights, only the best for his favourite (insert only) daughter.

After a relatively exciting high-school life full of the usual teenage angst and drama, April finally gave birth to her teenage pregnancy child, Camilla, at age 18. April started university not long after, trying her best to balance schoolwork and family life to raise her and Santiago's (her fiancé) child. Accepted into University of Miami, April worked hard and pursued her Bachelor's Degree in Mechanical Engineering. After graduating, she worked as an engineer under a handful of various automotive companies for the required four years before she could write her professional engineering exam.

She now runs the research and development wing of her father's company, Foster Racing, where she pushes the limits of the company's racecars through her fresh, new ideas. She is also a driver for the company, racing in the GT3 class under Foster Racing.

Extras

• April is currently married to Santiago Fernandez. Their daughter, Camilla, was born in 2009 and is now 10 years old. To the great excitement of her parents, she now knows how to drive a go-kart like nobody's business.
• April and Santiago married in 2012 just prior to Santiago's first military deployment, though April kept her maiden name as to continue the legacy of her father's career.
• Santiago's mother, Gabriela, essentially became April's actual mother from the moment Santiago broke the news of the pregnancy.
• My currently on repeat song: Billy Talent - Reactor
• More random facts to come...

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

If I'm still allowed...

April Foster || FC: Zoey Deutsch || TBD

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

"April, Santiago. You two look good tonight."

“Lookin’ pretty damn slick yourself Carter.” she playfully waggled her eyebrows at him before letting out a laugh, looking between him and Stella. Now that the two were next to each other, April could see them as a couple immediately. Even if nothing had been official between the two before, and even if this was the first time April had seen the two this close to each other, there was a certain...wholesomeness and innocence that the pair shared between each other. It was rather adorable in fact, almost jealousy inducing.

But not quite enough to tear her away from the love of her life to which she was still pressed against, her head against his chest. And from her limited view, she saw the phenomenal dancing that was the confusing duet of Julie and Ryland; one of her best friends paired with a guy she had no reason to like, and yet couldn’t bring herself to dislike now.

“You gotta give it to him, though: it takes balls to go after Julie like that. God knows how many guys tried before him and ended up humiliating themselves...” April laughed before continuing to watch the theatrics before them, her face briefly giving a ‘not bad’ look reminiscent of the old Obama meme.

“Holy shit, he really fucking did it! Damn, man. Mad respect right there.”

“I mean, had you opened with something like that way back when we first got back together, I would probably have been all over you compared to the bumbling mess that I was.” she quipped, giving him a playful grin. While it was certainly true that April was a fan of romantic gestures and grand theatrics, all of what she’d said was in good heart and more of a joke than anything. After all they’d been through in this final year, April was proud of Santiago and herself for sticking through it all and working it out like (mostly) mature adults. With their next test on the horizon, there was no better time than now to enjoy themselves while they could. Post-highschool was going to be one hell of a roller-coaster ride and they both knew it.

“So, uh, Coach Kinsley and Sergeant Mullins called me again this afternoon…”

April froze up a bit, the sudden switch to the subject of the real, cruel world pulled her focus from the music and dancing. Her eyes looked up to meet his once more, as if trying to read what he might say next before the words left his mouth. April let out a long sigh as she waited for him to continue. She’d tried to push the thoughts of post-secondary from her head for the last month with little progress and now Santiago had just brought them all back in one sentence.

“Well, what’d they say?”

“I have 30 days to get back to Kinsley about the scholarship, and Sarge says that I have pretty much until then too to sign the contract and be shipped off to Basic with the group that leaves the first week of June, right after graduation.”

“Th-that was fast...I guess you can’t really pass either of those up. It’s a great opportunity to take on for sure.” April paused for a moment. It was evident on her face that the reality of their future life was hitting her hard right now, knowing that the next little while would mean seeing a lot less of Santiago until he finished basic training and got stationed somewhere. April knew it was what he’d wanted for a while now, but even knowing that didn’t make it any easier to accept. “Well, I know it's what you want...I’m happy for you, I really am.” she smiled at him, her eyes a mixture of happiness and sadness simultaneously. “Just don’t go and get yourself deployed...I need you here Santi..”

“While we're on the subject... I was thinking that I’d probably wait a year to apply for university so I could spend my time with Camila and you. From what I’ve read, the early time is crucial to get right...and I don’t want to mess this up. I know the fight’s not exactly in our favor here given the circumstances surrounding all of this...but we can do it. I know we can.”

April’s face was an evident mix of emotions as the music blared in the background, sounding completely the opposite of what she was feeling right now.

But they had done this to themselves. It was time to face reality head on.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

While neither of the members of their awkward pair were particularly great at dancing, that didn’t mean it wasn’t entertaining. In fact, it was the most fun part of this school-run-get-together yet. The pregnant girl dancing with her gay date, a sight truly confusing for those who only knew one of them, but an expected sight for anyone going to King’s Academy. The infamous “can’t select your own partner” KA dances, ones which every single student absolutely hated, and yet because of a few select members of the faculty, were ones that always stayed around.

And so even though the pair looked rather out of place and certainly anything but normal, at least from April’s perspective, they were having a blast. It was admittedly not terribly comfortable for the brunette--turns out having an extra bit of weight in front of you while dancing makes things a bit more difficult--but despite all that, she still tried her best to enjoy it. If not for herself, then for Archer.

When they finally went back to their table and Archer said his farewells, April looked to Santiago with a gentle smile across her lips, evidently quite happy to see him once again. She walked over slowly to him, before hugging him gently and putting her head against his chest “Have you two been having fun, mi amor?“ she asked, smiling to Stella before she called out for Carter quite loudly.

“Well...that’s one way to get his attention Stell. Now he’ll definitely notice you.” she grinned, looking back to Santiago. And just as she opened her mouth to say something, Ryland’s voice came over the microphone. A rather unexpected, but also rather unwelcomed voice in April’s mind.

And as he continued to speak, April just got more and more confused before any other emotion crossed her mind. Wasn’t he the one that Julie had just pinned to a locker not long ago? Weren’t we supposed to be hating him… April wondered to herself, looking to Julie now as Ryland danced in front of her. “That’s one way to get her attention… she mumbled to herself, before returning her attention to Santiago.

“Well, since your date is about to be preoccupied with another guy and my date is about to be preoccupied with another guy, I think I’d like to be preoccupied with my guy. April grinned, looking up Santiago’s very clean and sharp looking suit, ending on his ever so charming eyes that had always gotten the better of her. “Our kid is going to be hot.”

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

April took another sip of the icy cool water as she bobbed her head idly to the (albeit not amazing) music that was playing over the speakers. Inside, she really wanted to get out onto the dance floor with Archer (and eventually Santiago) and just groove to some smooth tunes. She just wanted to relax and enjoy the night, but whoever the school picked for the DJ seemed to have a hard time getting people to properly engage. While yes, people were dancing, the songs that were picked were definitely not great for it.

Well, no better time than the present to dance to some shitty music right?

Apparently not, as just as quick as the idea popped into her head, did Stella and Santiago show up. It was definitely an improvement to an otherwise quiet and calm start to the night.

April’s face lit up as Stella and Santiago walked over, letting out a laugh as Stella complimented her dress. “Thank you so much, you have no idea how much of a pain it was to find! And you...you look absolutely stunning Stella, I love it!” April let out a happy sigh, her warm smile never leaving her face as her eyes looked to Santiago. “And of course, how could I forget my handsome man? April grinned widely before Santiago helped her up and she twirled before him, planting a quick kiss on his lips before sitting down once more next to Archer.

Her eyes slowly sauntered up and down Santiago’s muscular frame, drinking in every inch of his deep, navy blue suit. Damn he looks good tonight… she thought to herself, before snapping out of the little daydream and smiling once again. She couldn’t help but wonder now, that if that was the suit he’d picked for this dance, how the hell was he going to top it for prom?

“Well, before the night is through I would love a dance with both of you...” she motioned to Santiago and Archer as she spoke “...whenever that may occur and whenever the DJ actually puts on some decent music and gets the vibe right.”

She looked to Archer offering a hand out to him “If you’re alright with it, that is. What do ya say?”

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{A collab starring: April & Archer}

Archer had to bite the inside of his cheeks so as to not burst out laughing at the sight of his parent’s faces. His mother looked like she had seen a ghost, her jaw hanging open in her pale white face. His father, on the other hand, looked like he didn’t know whether to be proud or furious. But before he could take the joke further April took the chance to explain.

When the girl was done his parents both finally exhaled and even cracked smiles. They had gotten used to their younger son pulling stunts like this on them. “Yeah… No, I’m still very gay.” Archer still grinned placing a hand on April’s bump gingerly. “And this little miracle belongs to someone else.”. His mother laughed, shooting her husband a nervous glance, but he just let out a noise that was a mixture between a grunt and a laugh as he turned on his heel waving the teens off. A reaction about 10 times more positive than Archer had expected.

“Well, in any case, you two have a lovely night! And Archie you behave around her fragile state! It was very nice meeting you April.” she tried putting on her stern face for her son before smiling genuinely at April.

Rolling his eyes he nodded at his mother “You ready April?” he asked as he opened the front door wider for her to step out.

April grinned as Archer’s ruse came to a close. It was quite entertaining to see his parents in such a state, especially knowing that Archer didn’t exactly swing her way. Admittedly, there was a tiny bit of regret in her mind for speaking up, but she shook the thought away and just smiled in return. “Yes, little Camilla here does not belong to Archer, you don’t need to worry at all.” she smiled nervously once again, before nodding her head to affirm her words.

As Archer’s father walked away, April nodded to his mother before replying “And it was lovely meeting you as well.” She then looked to Archer with a nod as he spoke. “Unfortunately due to certain circumstances I will not be the one driving us to this evenings get together….we’ll have to endure my dad for the ride. I apologize in advance.” she giggled, before making her way out the door and taking Archer’s hand in the process. She lead him out to the driveway before giving a small wave to her father, before opening the rear door for Archer.

“Dad, this is Archer. He’s a friend from school and my partner for this evening.” she announced in a faux high-class voice, before making her way around the BMW to the other rear door. “Try not to be too embarassing, please.”

“We’ve met once actually… I’m the one with the busted car that makes your daughter want to puke! But it’s really nice seeing you again Mr. Foster.” Archer grinned as he stepped into the fancy vehicle. He always got nervous riding in these fancy cars, it was so different from his own car and he didn’t want to mess things up.

“Good to see you as well, Archer. And I’m suuuure it doesn’t want to make April puke, she’s got a baby for that.” he laughed before glancing back to the pair “Shall we then?”

“We shall!” April announced, looking to Archer with a smile.

“You look very pretty tonight by the way.” he smiled as he turned to buckle his seatbelt.

“And you look absolutely dashing yourself, good sir.” she replied without missing a beat, her faux high-class voice returning before she lost it in a fit of giggles. “Speaking of that car, you still need to bring that over to my place one of these days so I can get it fixed up. Maybe after this mess is over tonight, we can figure something out yeah?”

“Oh for sure… after this mess…” he said tapping on his thighs trying his very best not to stare down at April’s baby bump. The car ride was surprisingly pleasant after Archer’s initial awkwardness. After a while, he warmed up to the presence of April’s dad who turned out to be a very chill dude, contrasting to his own father.

The ride over was more entertaining than April could’ve imagined. Archer and her dad had hit it off better than she had ever expected, and it all made for a good start to a night that was otherwise--as said before--a total clusterfuck. By the time they had arrived, April’s cheeks were already a bit sore from the smile that hadn’t left her face since they’d departed.

When the car stopped in front of the country club Archer helped his date out of the car and bid farewell to the driver “Thanks for the ride, I promise to keep her out of trouble!” he said with a cheeky wink through Mr. Foster’s open window.

“Bye dad! I’ll see you in a bit!” April waved to her father before taking Archer’s hand and exiting the vehicle. She took in a deep breath before looking to Archer “Well, my expectations aren’t the highest for tonight, but I guess it doesn’t hurt to hope does it? I would like to say that I’m glad we decided to go to this together--that you asked me to. Apart from Santiago, I’m not sure there’s anyone else I’d rather go to this with.”

Archer stuck out his arm for April to grab and they entered the dance together. A look of surprise shone from the tall teen as he looked around the room. “Wow… the dance committee didn’t go the cheesy route this year, bold choice” He grinned as he steered April towards the refreshments. He eyed the punch fountain and the different punch bowls strewn about. Trying to pick the one that wasn’t spiked was like playing Russian roulette, and that was nothing you should play with a pregnant girl.

“I think our safest bet is something that is sealed…” he said jokingly grabbing two bottled water from a pile chilling in crushed ice. “You want to go sit?” he asked pointing towards one of the big round tables decorated with red and white flowers and heart confetti.

“Definitely.” April smiled, nodding before following Archer to a table and cracking open her water.

Once the pair had settled down Archer couldn’t help but look around in the crowd to see if his boyfriend had arrived yet. He could see that the dancefloor was already in full swing where Kavi and thespian queen Chrissie were sharing a dance moment. And since Kavan was with Ariel, Archer hoped that his boyfriend could maybe keep Ariel from breaking another nose. In his search, he spotted the most peculiar scene. Was that Marisol… with her leg wrapped around Ryland?

No… No, don’t get yourself into that mess, Archie… don’t he had to remind himself as he tore his face away from the disaster that was inevitably happening in front of him. Instead, he refocused on April. “Uhm so how are you doing… uh… considering?” he asked rather bluntly. “I mean… How long… uh. Will she pop out before we graduate?” he plastered on a smile while running a hand through his hair.

“Some days are harder than others, but overall I think I’m doing alright. Santiago’s changed so much since this all started and it's all just happening so nicely. From after the Halloween party of course. And yes, I do think little Camilla will be attending our graduation, meaning I will get to walk across that stage with a super normal, not out of the ordinary belly.”

“Anyway, who did the devil end up taking to this shindig?” he asked, taking a swig from his water bottle.

“Now that is a good question...I think it may have been Stella? I’m sure we’ll find out here in a moment.”

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

April’s day thus far had largely been spent sitting in bed in her bathrobe with music blasting from her headphones, while she browsed through the photos from her most recent day at the track. A part of her was sad that she’d finally conceded to Santiago’s requests to stop going to the track until after the baby was born, but she knew it was for the best. It also wouldn’t be too long until she was back behind the wheel of a race car considering her due date was fast approaching. God that was a terrifying thought. There was nothing that had been on her mind more--not even Santiago--in the past few weeks than the overwhelming thoughts of giving birth.

“Don’t lose it April, you’ve got this. It can’t be that hard, right?” the brunette told herself out loud, the self reassurance lasting all of a millisecond before her mind went to the video about child birth they’d been forced to watch the year prior in sex ed. April visibly shuddered at the thought before tossing her phone aside onto the bed and walking to the bathroom.

“Time to get your butt into gear.

Truth be told, April didn’t know whether to be excited or nervous about showing up to the Diedrikson residence. This whole shitshow of a Valentine’s dance had made her nervous, and she had still yet to have a dance that she could take Santiago to, where they could have the first real dance of their “official relationship”. Regardless, she was scheduled to show up at Archer’s shortly and needed to finish her final preparations prior to leaving.

After a quick shower, the brunette brushed her hair thoroughly before going through her regular routine to give it her signature curled look. Then, a conservative application of makeup that took her way too long to perfect and a pucker of her now lipstick-covered lips finished off her preparations up top.

Now it was the dress. And boy had it been a bitch and a half to find a maternity dress that April liked and that fit her rather small frame--other than pregnancy belly. It had taken her and her father--much to his dismay--two days and a phone call to Julie to finally track down a dress that April would tolerate. What had come of it however, was well worth the effort in the brunette’s mind. She’d eventually decided on a simple long-sleeved, lace number in her favourite shade of burgundy.

Making her way down to the main floor, April looked around for her keys briefly before realizing they were definitely not in their usual place. She spun around after hearing a small jingle, her father coming into view with April’s keys dangled out in front of him.

“Dad what the hell!” she exclaimed, stomping over to grab them from her father, who quickly pulled them out of reach.

“Ah ah ah young lady. I will be your chauffeur this evening, your car stays home this time. I saw that speeding ticket on your dresser.” her father shook his head, giving her an unimpressed look before shuffling her out of the kitchen and towards the garage.

“Out of all the days to do this on, I swear.” April muttered to herself, stomping out to the car after putting her running shoes on. There was no way she’d be spending the evening in heels. Besides, the length of the dress easily concealed them.

Minutes later, the pair showed up at Archer’s house in April’s father’s blue BMW X5 and pulled into the laneway. With a venomous glare at her father, April got out of the car and slammed the door before taking in a deep breath to compose herself. She looked back to Jamie Foster through the windshield, motioning for him to stay put. She didn’t need even more embarrassment than what was sure to come on the following car ride.

A moment after she knocked on the door, she was welcomed to Archer’s smiling face to which she returned her own warm smile.“Archer! Hi!” she replied excitedly to his greeting. As he ushered her in the door, April saw the looks on his parents drop the moment their gaze hit her waist. With a nervous wave and equally nervous smile, April took in one of what was going to be many deep breaths in the foreseeable future and introduced herself.

“Hi! I’m April Foster, nice to meet you both mister and misses Diedrikson. Now I know you may have some questions so I’m gonna get ahead of all of it by saying this. Yes, I am very, very pregnant. No, it’s not Archer’s. Good?” she raised a thumbs up, cocking her head a bit as she waited nervously for a response, not entirely sure she wanted one.