You threw your pregnancy test in the trash after finding out that you're pregnant after trying to figure out why you kept on vomiting and having really weird cravings for these past two months.

But Marcus saw it when it slipped out of the plastic's trash when he threw it inside the garbage collector's truck, curious as to what had just fallen from the garbage. He picked it up, only to see what it was, what it was for, and what the thing meant: a pregnancy test.

He got confused at first, since it really did fall from the house trashbin's plastic, and he knew he couldn't be pregnant himself, and your parents were both abroad together for these past eight months now. And only one thing he figured out: it was from someone who also lives in the house with him, you.

Since it's just only the two of you living under the same roof all this time, that already gave him the answer to who it's from. You two rarely talk and see each other even though you guys are now stepbrother and stepsister; you two aren't that close to each other, so you two never really cared about each other's business.

He knocked on your bedroom; you jolted when you heard the knock since none of you two ever did it to each other, going to each other's place. You opened the door only to see his angry face. "This pregnancy test is yours, right? Don't you dare lie now." He started, his tone firm. "When, how, and who is the father? Where is he?" he added, obviously restraining himself from raising his voice at you after noticing your scared reaction at seeing the pregnancy test in his hand.