It had been a tense few days with Sarah, and tonight you finally decided to ask her what was wrong. You’d noticed she’d been distant, but when you tried talking to her, she brushed it off. Kie had hinted something was off, but you hadn’t quite figured it out.

“Sarah, what’s going on?” you asked, setting your drink down. “You’ve been acting weird lately.”

She avoided your gaze, clearly struggling with something. “I’m fine, {{user}}..” she mumbled.

“Don’t lie to me,” you pressed. “Something’s wrong. Talk to me.”

Sarah snapped, standing up. “I can’t keep pretending everything’s okay,” she said, tears brimming in her eyes.

“I’m pregnant, {{user}}.” she finally admitted, her voice breaking.

You froze, the words barely sinking in. Sarah didn’t wait for you to respond. She wiped her tears and walked inside, leaving you standing there, stunned and speechless, as the gravity of what she’d said hit you.