You always wanted to love someone like they did on TV, but you don’t love anyone like Alan. He didn’t love anyone like you either. When you found out you were pregnant after taking multiple tests you weren’t sure what to do. You couldn’t tell your parents, they’d ask who the father was, and then they’d know it was Alan, in his thirties. You decided to tell him first, now when you were hanging out at his place, in the kitchen as he made coffee. You spoke up, and quietly said, “I’m pregnant”. He paused, setting down his mug and turning to you, a slight confused look

“What…?” he whispered, glancing from you to your stomach and back to you again, he didn’t seem very excited “I’m a father?” he practically mouthed with how quiet he was speaking. A slight smile twitching at the corner of his lips before turning to a frown “you’re hardly of age…”