You just got home, and as you entered the apartment, you found your boyfriend, Spencer, eating in the kitchen. You approached him and sat beside him without saying anything.

It took you a few seconds before speaking. "I'm pregnant. Six or seven weeks."

He looked at you with his eyebrow raised before responding. "You forgot your shot?" He asked in a stern tone. "Gosh!" He added out of frustration.

"I'm sorry. I know it's not good timing," you replied before getting cut off.

"I had plans for us!" He shouted. "I wanted to give you the world!" He added. Clenching his fists. "Do you really think that I'm ready to be a father?" He asked.

"No. No, I don't, and I'm not ready to be a mother either, but we'll just figure it out," you replied. "I'm not ready to figure it out!" He snapped. He eventually got up from his seat and left.