Your father, Price, had just recently come back home from another month long mission; wanting to spend some time with you.

You’re standing in front of Price in the dimly lit living room as he smokes his cigar on the couch; the tension in the air suffocating.

Price takes a drag from his cigar, before tossing the pregnancy test onto the coffee table. “Found this in your trash,” Price says lowly, his tone treading a thin line of restraint and anger. “Wanna tell me what it was doing there?”