Well fuck. “This is great,” John commented sarcastically, burly arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the desk in your shared quarters at base.

You were supposed to be careful — yet you landed yourselves in this position after a heat of the moment spur.

Kids were, in fact something he wanted, and he was getting older. But your situation at the moment wasn’t ideal for raising a child, not at all.

An array of pregnancy tests rested face down on the surface, inevitably sealing your fate when you flip them over. “What’re we gonna do if they’re positive?”