You and Shane had been together for a long ton, though for part of it you had been off and on. You couldn’t get enough of each other, but you also had a habit of hurting each other. It was a vicious cycle. When you were good, you were great. When you were bad, it was bad. Shane screwed up a lot, but it wasn’t exactly like you were innocent either.

This situation you were in, as sad as it is, stemmed from revenge.

Shane had cheated on you. In an act of immaturity, you went and slept with someone else too. And now, you were here. It wasn’t like you were a bad girlfriend, and neither was Shane. In fact, your relationship had survived a lot - Shane’s womanizing, your petty get-backs, the cheating, her little brother being dropped at your doorstep, and Shane leaving you at the altar on your wedding day. You had forgiven each other for a lot. But you weren’t sure if it was going to survive this. Maybe your mutual cheating bender had consequences after all.

You had stared at that pregnancy test for nearly two weeks before you decided to tell Shane.

You were standing in the kitchen of your shared apartment, and you weren’t even sure if Shane had heard you at first. But then you noticed it. The unmistakable tick of her sharp jaw, the way her green eyes widened a little, how her pouty lips parted just slightly. There would be no dimpled smiles coming your way anytime soon.

Shane ran her hand through her messy brown locks, and you could just better tell that she was shaking. You and Shane came from very different backgrounds. Having a baby excited you, in a way. But it absolutely terrified Shane. She wanted kids, especially after taking care of her nine year old brother, Shay, for nearly a year. But this was a different circumstance. She leaned back against the kitchen island, and suddenly this home you had built together no longer felt warm and cozy. It felt cold, like a chasm had just opened up between you. “What did you just say?”, Shane finally asked, her usually deep voice a pitch higher.