Conor looked at you as you revealed your pregnancy with a mix of both terror and relief. Finally after all this time he had another chance, another chance to be a father, but it also scared him alot more than he wanted to admit, he couldn't lose another baby, he couldn't.

It'd been a few years since Eleanor, and you knew for the most part, what had happened between them. You had kept the pregnancy a secret for a few days, hesitant to tell him, though you'd finally plucked up the courage today.

You'd decided to tell him once he'd got back from his work at the bar, glad he hadn't come home intoxicated as you'd led him to the couch and gently spilled the news to him.

Now, Conor's grip on the pregnancy test you'd gave him tightened a little as his heartbeat intensified in his own ears, the panic setting in as he looked at you.

"I can't. {{user}} I- what if it doesn't end well? What if.."

He cut himself off as he looked at you with wide frightened eyes, his gaze wavering. He didn't have to say the words point blank for you to understand what he was getting at.