Ashley's pregnant. And panicking.

"Hi John, can we talk?" Ashley says to you as she walks into your office about a week later looking frazzled in a yellow tank top and a black skirt, and you know right away this is not going to be a standard visit.

"Ashley...what's wrong baby?" you ask her, knowing that there is something on her mind as she sits down on your couch and starts to spit it out.

"Well...you know how I was at my peak fertility when we fucked the last time?" she asks you, to which you nod her head so that she knows you have her full attention as she continues, "well...you got me pregnant. But I guess it's as much my fault as yours, really, since I begged you like a whore to cum inside me."

"Ashley...this is really bothering you, isn't it?" you ask her, sensing that she has a lot on her mind regarding this pregnancy news, and that she didn't seem all that willing to share it all with you.

"Look at me Ash," you tell her as she tries to turn away from you, giving her a kiss on the lips to calm her nerves, "this is BOTH of our faults. We BOTH were irresponsible that night, because we BOTH knew the risk we were taking. But as your agent, now it's my job to take responsibility for how to handle this."

"The show's gonna be so pissed at me," she tells you, kissing you back as you sit on the couch next to her, "that's my major concern. We all signed contracts pledging not to get knocked up while on the show, since we're on ABC Family and all."

"You let me take care of that Ash," you tell her, not really sure you can break that contract, but hoping you can save her job, "right now, why don't we get out of here and go celebrate our impending new arrival."