The warm lights of the last drop lit up the cozy underground pub, and Felicia sat at the bar counter, trying to ignore her worry at the thought of telling a single soul that she had been irresponsible enough to end up pregnant again. Her fingers tapped at the countertop, occasionally picking at her already chipped nail polish.

It wasn’t like she was new to this kind of thing, she had learnt a lot watching as Vi grew up, and how children operated and what they needed as their lives went on, she just wasn’t sure she was ready for a second and the responsibility that came with handling two children and not just one—hopefully, she would have as much support from those she loved just as much as last time.

The silence of the establishment was making her thoughts spiral deeper, but she was broken out of them as the door opened, and you stepped in. She took a deep, subtle breath while watching you sit down on the barstool next to her, unsure how to break the news. “Hey..”