once again • [f.m. + r.m.]

hostility

Caroline and Stuart and the other parents would probably scold them later, but the charity benefit could wait.

"Under what circumstances?" Maya scoffed, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Anything... anything she wants," Farkle continued to gaze at the brunette, "I just want to see my son."

"You're looking at him now. Say your sweet daddy goodbyes and we'll be on our way back to Brooklyn. Thank you so very much for the hairbrush but we really should be going. Goodbyyyye," Maya said, with a sarcastic smile on her face, "Adios!"

Riley looked at Maya, "Maya, wait."

Maya groaned, "Oh, come on, Riley! You can't be saying that you're actually considering this."

Riley glanced at Farkle for a second and then looked back at Maya, "I can't keep his son away from him."

"He was never there for you, Riles. He knocked you up and left you," Maya reminded her.

"In my defense, I never knew she was pregnant," Farkle said.

Maya glared at him, "Don't make me attack you."

Farkle rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Riles," Maya said, pleadingly, "He hurt you. Are you really going to give in to him already?"

Farkle looked annoyed at the blonde. He just wanted some time alone with his ex girlfriend and son without the talkative blonde.

Riley sighed. She didn't know what to do. She looked at Farkle and said, "I'll think about it."

"Okay," Farkle nodded, glad to have gotten a response, "Will you call me?"

"I... yeah," Riley nodded, "I... I will."

The end of Farkle's lip curled into a small smile, "Alright."

Maya looked bored, "Well, alrighty, then. We're gonna leave." She turned around and loudly said, "Don't expect a phone call, Minkus!"

She was thankful that Riley was actually following her out and she was even more relieved that they said nothing more.

~~~
Central Park, Manhattan, New York

"I did not see any of that coming," Vanessa laughed, as she smoothed her pink shimmery Paolo Sebastian dress, "Who would have thought that Farkle would have ba-"

"Shut up," Lucas snapped, as he got his champagne flute refilled, "There will be no mention of the you-know-what where the tabloid reporters and our parents are."

"Okay, mother," Missy rolled her eyes, "But if anything, you should be talking to Baby Daddy over there. He looks like he's out of it."

Lucas looked over to where Missy was glancing at. He saw Farkle sitting at one of the tables, slowly drinking champagne. He had a blank expression on his face.

He sighed and walked over to him, "Hey man."

"Hey," Farkle seemed to have snapped back into reality.