Totally Meant to Be (original) (raw)
**Category:**Dramedy
**Spoilers:**“Dunder Mifflin Infinity” and somewhat of a prelude to the Relly developments in “Weight Loss”
Description: Ryan is done with Scranton forever...except that Kelly’s pregnant. Dinner should be fun.
**Notes:**Before reading this story, you should watch this clip: .com/video-detail/dunder-mifflin-infinity/3264150829
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not mine.
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As Ryan speeds out of the parking lot, he fires Kelly a text message: “U can pk the rest.” She replies with a lot of smiley faces and then “Dave and Buster's,” the grown-up’s answer to Chuck E. Cheese. Because this – obviously – is an appropriate choice of location for a conversation about how two people who don’t love each anymore – well, don’t love each other—are going to raise a child.
When he picks her up, he just drives to Cooper’s.
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Ryan wakes up with a headache so crushing that even makes his teeth hurt. He pinched some E from Troy last night (because Troy owes him like a million bucks in cab fare) and now he is sore all over and the light is killing his eyes. He feels like crap. He almost calls in sick but doesn’t because, today, he has business at the Scranton branch.
The Scranton branch.
Mind wipe. That’s what moving to New York was like. It is so bright and so wonderful and so great, like really great, that it completely erased Scranton out of his history. Like this one time at a business conference a lady had asked him where he was from and he stuttered on the answer so long that she just assumed that he was trying to say Sacramento and he spent the rest of the conference explaining what the West Coast was like. Which was basically a lot like New York, since that is the only place he had lived that wasn't a sinkhole, and so yeah, he described that.
So coming back to Scranton is more like some extended, twisted déjà vu and not exactly like coming home, since Scranton is so vague in his mind and New York is so vivid, and walking through the door to the office seems so distant.
But one sentence makes it all come crashing back. OK, two sentences: “I’m pregnant. And guess what, buddy, I am keeping it.”