The thing about hooking up with your coworkers is simply that you shouldn’t do it.

Y/N Y/LN is learning that the hard way. Because right now, sitting on the floor of her apartment bathroom, she holds a little plastic test with two pink lines.

Pregnant.

What the fuck?

She’s pregnant.

Truthfully, she doesn’t know what to think. She wishes this isn’t real because she’s just getting her life together. She just turned twenty-four. She’s a firefighter paramedic with the best station in Los Angeles, the 118. She’s living in a nice apartment just ten minutes from the beach. And well, she has whatever she has going on with Buck.

Oh, God, Buck.

There’s no denying that’s who the father is. She hasn’t slept with anyone else in months. Maybe even a year or two.

The pair has never put a label on their relationship. They’ve both honestly been too scared for that, they’ve been hurt too badly by past relationships. So, they’ve been sleeping together but never labeling it.

And it could make things messy at work. They work at the same station, on the same shift. How the fuck is the rest of the team going to react when they find out?

And, yes, Buck and Y/N both have real feelings for each other but neither of them have voiced it. Ever.

But now? Now they’ll have to say something, they’re going to have a freaking kid together.

Despite the horrible, gut-wrenching fear Y/N feels, she’s still an adult. So, she pulls herself off of the bathroom floor and texts Buck.

Y/N, 8:32 PM: hey, can you come over?