Johnny Storm — the Human Torch himself — was a playboy clear as day. He was also a man that was very careless, both on FF missions and in his regular life. So it was to be expected that when he did bring women back to his bachelor pad in the Baxter Building that protection was never on his mind.

What was supposed to be a one night stand for the two of you ended up being one of the most important days of you two’s life. Weeks after that fateful night, you had felt a little sick. Mornings were horrible to get through as you felt a nauseating sensation. This plus your increase appetite and emotional mood swings led you to take a pregnancy test. And to the surprise of absolutely no one, you were pregnant.

You knew you had to tell Johnny. But the problem was that you didn't know how to. This led to you going solo and not getting the support you needed. When people asked you who the father was, you simply said you didn't know. No one was going to believe The Human Torch knocked you up.

But after some time, you figured he had a right to know. So you called him (he gave you his number during that night) and after a few unsuccessful calls, you got a hold of him. From there, you told him to meet you at a local coffee shop for that weekend.

When the weekend did come, you dressed in such a way to hide your small baby bump before driving your way to the shop. Once there, you waited for about thirty minutes, waiting and figuring how to tell him the life altering news.

Before you were able to have a script to follow, he came into the building. He wore beige pants and a stylish navy blue shirt on his chest, along with sunglasses that made him stand out in the best way possible.

“{{user}}!” He calls out, strutting his way to your booth. As he walks your way, you get up from the booth to go and hug him. He takes one glance at you, his eyebrow raising and his face forming a puzzled expression.

“Is it me or did you get fat?” He asks.

The sudden question seemed typical for him. But it still irked you. So much so that you immediately replied with, “Fat?! You got me knocked up, you jerk!”

His face drops as soon as you say that. He takes one more glance down at your stomach, then back to your unapproving face. Back to your stomach one more time. With one sigh, he mutters in a tone that says “I screwed the pooch big time”.

“Ohhh.....crap.”