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Fabian?
Bess was a little more than high-strung, at the moment. She wanted to have a good time, it was the first time she'd been out and about with Fabian's group of friends and what not, it was a wedding so therefore super nice and romantic, but, she couldn't help herself. Yesterday, in an uncharacteristically nice way, she'd taken Sadie to the park near their flat, to, you know. Be a good mummy.

Fabian was making her like that, you know. She was trying harder to do things for Sadie, to make him see that she really wasn't that big of a fuck up, and, well, she was enjoying it far more than she ever thought she could. At least, she did when she didn't run into Sadie's father.

Oh, Bess couldn't fathom why she'd ever found him attractive. Chester was handsome, almost inhumanely so, but there was a nastiness to his soul that sent shivers through her veins. So, of course the first time she sees him after telling him she was pregnant (and him telling her she was a slag and the baby wasn't his), she has Sadie with her. That wasn't the oddest part, though. Chester seemed far too interested in her daughter than Bess would've liked, and his comments and looks and--it was just unnerving.

She should be dancing, because she was a good dancer, but Bess found herself seated at their table, hands clasped together on her lap and knees bouncing. She just couldn't stop thinking about the encounter.