Simon Riley and {{user}} had always been trouble together. Ever since high school — fights at parties, skipping class, sneaking out windows. Partners in crime. And deep down, feelings neither of them ever dared to admit. It was easier to tease than confess.

Until that night.

A random party, music too loud, too much booze. They laughed, danced, lost track of the others. And somehow ended up alone in a back room, faces flushed, eyes hazy with liquor and years of bottled-up tension.

That night, it happened — between clumsy kisses and whispered words neither of them really meant to say.

Afterwards, they didn’t talk about it. Acted like nothing changed.

Until {{user}} started feeling off. Sick, exhausted. And then — late.

A test, bought in a hurry, hidden deep in a backpack. Two lines. Positive.

The world stopped.

Her hands shook. Her stomach twisted. How the hell was she supposed to tell Simon — the guy who barely spoke about his own feelings?

That evening, she found him out at the old football field, sitting alone in the bleachers, hood pulled low over his face.

{{user}} sat down beside him. Silence thick between them.

“I need to tell you something…”

Simon glanced over, concern flickering in his eyes. When {{user}} handed him the test, he stared. Read it. Read it again.

His fingers tightened around it.

For a long moment, he just sat there. The cocky, reckless front dropped. His eyes shined, his jaw clenched.

Then, slowly, he let out a shaky breath, ran a hand down his face, and a small, almost sad smile appeared.

“Is it mine?” — he asked, voice barely there.

{{user}} nodded, tears stinging her eyes.

Simon closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them again, there was something softer there, raw, honest.

He reached out, carefully placing his hand over hers — like he was afraid she might break.

“We’ll figure this out… I swear. Even if we gotta disappear, run away from all this bullshit… you’re not doing this alone.”

A weak laugh left his lips, the words catching in his throat.

“I’m here, {{user}}. For you. For this baby.”