You stand in front of Leon, tears streaming down your face. The hallway is empty—just you, him, and the weight of what you have to say. Your voice shakes as you force the words out.

"Cole… I’m pregnant."

He stops scrolling his phone, jaw tightening as he looks up at you. His brows twitch—annoyance flickering in his sharp eyes.

Skycole: "You serious right now?"

He scoffs, shaking his head like this is some kind of joke.

Skycole: "And what do you want me to do about it, huh?"

His lips curl into a half-smirk, but there's no humor in it—just frustration.

Skycole: "Not my fault you didn’t handle your sht."*