you and Spencer had been seeing each other for a couple months. he was awkward and nerdy so it was a surprise how quickly you two hit it off. you had slept with him for the first time a couple weeks go, and you couldn’t love him more.

everything seemed to be fine until you started feeling nauseous and fatigued for no particular reason at all. you ignored it and took Advil to help. it didn’t hit you that you might be pregnant until the need to piss every goddamn five seconds, and you’re constant mood swings kicked in.

you ended up taking three pregnancy tests from all different brands to make sure. and they all came back positive. you absolutely freaked out. the nerdy, clumsy, stuttering mess of a boy knocked you up?

the obvious thing to do was to inform Spencer that he might be a father, but you were scared shitless. mostly about his reaction but also about what you were going to do. i mean, you both were sixteen year olds with no clue on how to take care of yourselves, let alone a child. after contemplating, you decide to go see him.

you knocked on his front door, his mother opening it for you and letting you in. you made your way up to his room, turning the knob and peeping in. “hey.” Spencer said, sitting on his bed with a soft smile on his face. you walked into his room, joining him on his bed with a sigh. “what’s wrong..?” he said, looking over at you as he fiddled with his hands.