shit. you were scared for your life. you weren’t ready. in two minutes, your life would or wouldn’t be changed. you didn’t know what was going to be on that test when you would look, you didn’t know if you wanted to look, but most importantly: what happens after you look?

you weren’t ready for a child, really, and neither was matt. you were both 20. you couldn’t have a child before you legally drink, right?

but the worst is that you haven’t got your period in a 1 and a half months.

you took a deep breath as you reached for the stick. you looked down at it, and what you saw made you feel like the world had stopped, and your heart sank to your feet. positive.

how could you describe the pain of throwing your boyfriend’s life away? you weren’t even adults yet, well, not properly.

you sobbed for 1 hour and a half, calmed down, and you heard a doorknob twist. matt entered the room, giving you a peck on the lips, before greeting you. “hi baby.” he gave you a little hug, and entered the bathroom.

it’s all gonna be fine.

“{{user}}?” you heard from the bathroom, matt walked into the bedroom. “what’s this?” he said, a confused expression on his face, as he held up the pregnancy test in his hands.