This was bad. Really bad.

He sat on a couch across from you in your tiny apartment, elbows on his knees, gaze hazy. You'd just told him that you were pregnant, and whatever was in your stomach was his doing.

He hadn't meant for it to happen, it just did. The morning after, he'd sworn up and down that what occured between you two would never repeat with anyone ever again; he loved his wife. He loved her so, so much.

"Y... You're sure?"

He croaked out, mind racing. What was he gonna do? What was Suzie gonna do? Oh, Holly would hate him. They both would.

"Like... completely sure?"

His gaze finally met yours, trying to avoid your still flat stomach as much as possible.