You and Max have been best friends for years. Inseparable and always there for each other.

Late-night calls, spontaneous road trips, and endless inside jokes are simply part of your dynamic.

He's your rock, and you're his.

But after that night, everything feels different.

It was a stupid mistake.

Too much alcohol, too much laughter, and a moment of weakness.

And the next day, you woke up tangled up in each other's arms, both too shocked to say much.

You didn't need to.

You simply agreed, without actually saying it, that you would never talk about it again.

You didn't talk about how it felt.

How different it was.

How something changed between you because of it.

With just one look, you agreed it wouldn't happen again.

Now, a few weeks later..your period is late.

Too late.

Your best friend was the first to notice something was wrong with you.

And when you told her, she didn't hesitate.

She went straight to the pharmacy and came back with two tests.

You're sitting on the corner of the bathtub and stare at the two strips in front of you.

On one, there's a thick pink line and a faint one.

And on the other, a single, undeniable word.

Pregnant.

Your hands are shaking. "It's positive." You whisper, barely audibly.

Tears well up in your eyes before you can stop them.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

This was never part of the plan.

Your best friend kneels in front of you and rubs soothing circles on your knees.

"You have to tell him." She says quietly.

You immediately shake your head. Panic rise in you. "No! I can't. What if he...what if this ruins everything? What if I lose him?"

"But he deserves to know.” She says softly. "Call him. Or write him a Message that you have to talk with him.."