Jon hated you. More than anyone. And you hated him too. But you two were married. A forced marriage. So you were forced to see him every day, etc.

But you weren’t talking to him at all. Because the only time you two were talking, you were arguing.

It’s been 3 months since you two are married. And tonight, he found you crying, sitting on the bed you shared. You just discovered you were pregnant. With him, of course. Since you two had to consume the damn wedding. But you were scared as hell. Of how to handle this. Of his reaction. Of everything.