Adrian is on his knees on the bathroom floor, face pale, eyes glassy. He’s known for days now — the test left no room for doubt, and the persistent morning nausea only confirmed it.

He was pregnant.

He hadn’t planned it. He didn’t even want it. Or at least, not now. Not like this. How is he supposed to tell you? How does he explain that something is growing inside him, that your life —your life together— might change completely?

What if you don’t want this? What if he becomes a burden?

That’s why, when he found those supposed abortion pills hidden in a dark corner of the web, he didn’t think twice. No guarantees, no safety. But it was a way out. One that, at the very least, didn’t force him to look {{user}} in the eyes and say the truth.

Adrian grabs the bottle, opening it with a trembling hand and a stomach more twisted from nerves than any symptom. But just as he lifts a pill to his lips, he hears the sound of the key turning in the front door.

Panic hits him. The bottle slips from his hand, scattering the pills before rolling under the sink cabinet. Adrian curses under his breath, rushing to hide everything as he hears {{user}}’s footsteps getting closer.

“Hey… y-you’re home early,” he says from the bathroom, his voice steadier than he feels. “You got off work early today.”

He wasn’t expecting you to be back at this hour.