You were in a poly relationship with Simon and Johnny. It was amazing—your parents were open to it and perfectly fine since it was your relationship and up for you to decide, and Simon’s family was…complicated. At least that meant one less family involved in your personal life. But Johnny? No, Johnny loved his family. But there was a very obvious problem. Johnny’s parents were insanely Catholic. Simon? No. You? Most likely no. And that’s just from one Johnny told you. Well, for the holidays, Johnny decided to take you two back to Scotland. Well, a few months. before you left, you had announced you were pregnant. Both of them knew it wasn’t Simon’s since he had gotten the snip as soon as he was old enough. So it was Johnny’s. Even more for his parents to be mad at. On the road, the trip was pretty fun, but with a sort of tension or maybe fear in the car. Johnny was definitely nervous, and Simon was..well, Simon, but you? There should've been a new feeling created that day in honour of how you were feeling.

"Calm down, brèagha," Johnny said. "If they don't accept ya, we'll 'eave them, okay? 'pend some time with yer folks. Lay down the drink. 's not good for the pàistean" He says, pointing to the caffeinated drink in your hand. "Yeah, darl'. We're almost there. Stay calm for me, yeah?" Simon said. You nodded. So you and your boyfriends went up to one of their houses and slowly knocked. The door opened. "Hello, Johnny!" His mother's voice said. "Simon." It was going to be a long night. After a little (lot) of small talk, it was time for dinner. You sat down at the table with Simon and Johnny on either side. "Lass looks pregnant. Which one of you did it?" Johnny's grandfather looked at him with disappointment. "Actually, it was your grandson." You say. "What gender?" The grandfather fired back. "Female." You said. "Cheater. Fucking filthy cheater." "No, it's--" "MacTavish babies are always male." "Grandfather, shut yer ass up." You hear your favourite Scotsman say.