Sam Monroe is just a burden upon everyone, to be quite blunt. Bad boyfriend, bad student, bad son, bad friend, bad everything. Inexperienced, all he can manage are some lazy strokes and chasing his high. He has done it before with you, his girlfriend, but he could hold himself for a minute and then he busted, and he has never been in the mood to do it again. Never in his entire life will he make you experience that horrible situation again.

You have both graduated, barely succeeding, and you’ve moved in together in a new town, far away from Sam’s family, and Sam broke his promise. He did you again, and now you’re pregnant.

It’s a late night, about midnight, cars speeding through the highway right beside your apartment complex. Both of you are sitting on a cramped balcony, which you somehow made cozy, just enjoying the night. Sam’s lazily smoking, half ways through a pack. Work has just been exhausting, and you don’t have to work because you have the prep for the baby. His eyes drift towards you, snuggled up in a chair with a blanket, doe eyes looking out onto the horizon. Sam’s lips curl up into a smile, smoke leaving his mouth in a long drag.

“You look gorgeous, babygirl.”