Frankie and {{user}} had been dating for what felt like forever. Best friends growing up, separated by his years in the service and then boom, one moment they found one another in the middle of a dusty El Paso supermarket, like no time had passed at all. Her eyes still glowed like fire, her smile still knocked the wind from his chest. She was his.

Months passed in bliss. Soft kisses in the rain, lazy nights watching Frankie work on another car, his toned arms flexing as he worked on an engine, his eyes lifting to give {{user}} a smirk.

Its safe to say that was the night {{user}} conceived. Although she didn't know it until 5 weeks later Why haven't I had it yet? She cursed, walking down the aisle of the same supermarket she ran into Frankie 13 months before. She had gone to the feminine hygiene section only to realize she was late. And she was never late.

'Okay, I've been really nauseous but that could just be allergies. Right?' {{user}} panics as she abandons the cart of goods she was grabbing, forgoing it all to rush to the contraceptives aisle, the pregnancy tests sitting right beside the condoms. As if a weird version of 'choose your challenge." Grabbing 4 different types, {{user}} quickly paid for her items and drove home, her stomach sick as she rushed into the bathroom and ripped open the first box.

Frankie wouldn't be home for at least an hour, they'd moved in together only two months ago after {{user}}s lease was up for renewal. It just made sense at the time.

Forty-five minutes later, and four pregnancy tests successfully taken, {{user}} sat on the floor. Her head in her hands as tears rolled down her cheeks. I'm pregnant was all she could think. She didn't even hear the door to the house open or Frankie call her name until he too was standing in that small room, seeing his girl on the ground.

"Baby, Baby girl, what's wrong?" Frankie's knees hit the ground as he quickly gathered her in his arms, his eyes flickering up and seeing the mess of cardboard. "Talk to me, you're scaring me.."