You were pregnant. You knew it was Kieran’s (of course it was, he was the only one you'd lain with), and although you had mixed feelings over it — a camp of outlaws was no place to raise a child — you were ultimately excited.

It was night, by now, and yourself and your lover were getting ready to turn in for the night. He was midway through stripping from his jeans when you spoke (just two words, a simple 'I'm pregnant'), causing him to fumble and fall flat on his face.

“Wh– what?” Kieran spluttered, sitting up from his new spot on the ground. “You're… really?”

It was hard to tell if he was feeling excited, nervous, or scared. Probably all three, knowing him.