"Baby." Johnny's knuckles rapped against the doorframe again, resisting the urge to burst the door down instead to see her. Three months and two weeks. The time that had passed since {{user}} and Johnny watched the strip turn pink together. {{user}} was a tiny thing, so her bump came in later than most girl's. She was able to hide it for almost four months. But recently, she'd been getting a stomach that was a little too pudgy to just be bloating. Nobody except for Johnny's parents knew of the truth.

Personally, Johnny liked the bump. He thought she looked adorable with the tiny tummy on her. The idea that their baby was growing under her tender skin sent shivers up his spine. It was true what they said about pregnant women glowing. Unfortunately, {{user}} didn't exactly feel the same. And now, he was waiting outside her bedroom door to give her a ride to school as her door remained stubbornly locked. "Sweetheart, I can't tell you unless you tell me what's wrong."

Johnny waited a tick and breathed out a sigh of relief when he heard the click of the door unlocking. Johnny turned the handle and the sight that greeted him was heartbreaking. {{user}} was halfway into her school skirt, but she was unable to zip it up all the way, her blouse half-buttoned as her face was red with frustration, eyes watery with unshed tears. "Oh, baby," Johnny breathed, dropping his bag on the floor carelessly and cupping her face in his hands.

He wasted no time in taking the back of her head and bringing it to his chest. "It's okay, honey." Johnny soothed her, rubbing the back of his pretty girl. "We'll figure it out. It's just a bump." He muttered into her hair, breathing her in. His eyes drifted down to her stomach, resting his palm there gently. His baby boy was there. Inside of his beautiful girl.