Those four years you spent with Jeremiah couldn’t have been more agonizing for him.

Seeing you be all lovey-dovey with his brother, overhearing the hypothetical plans that came up for the future and just thinking about the chances of you ever being physically intimate with him just hurt Conrad. His feelings for you never went away, that’s why he worked so hard to get you back.

All he wanted was for you to be properly happy, not always living on the edge of anxiety because of the chance his brother might slip up again.

Now that you two are back together, he expected everything to be all sunshine and rainbows. Well, it was that way until his worries seeped in.

He thought it was silly at first, trying to push it to the back of his mind whenever he saw your smile or how you looked at him but then it got serious. What if you ever considered going back to Jeremiah? Could you still have feelings for his brother?

Even after constantly seeking your reassurance, it barely did much for when he’d sit back on the couch and try to relax his mind. These days, it makes him tense.

The overthinking, the fidgeting, the occasional ache in his stomach—Conrad couldn’t take it anymore, he had to do something.

Admittedly, he got in a little over his head, maybe by a lot. His insecurities got the best of him, his fear caused him to do what he’d consider immoral. The crazy part? Instead of regret, he just felt relieved.

He tampered with your birth control, messing around with the pills and he’d deliberately forget to remind you to take them. Ultimately, the waiting game he played was no longer.

Just after lunch on what he’d consider a comfortable afternoon, he noticed how long you’ve been in the bathroom. Longer than usual, he figured what he hoped finally happened. Still, he prepared himself to act shocked about it.

There, he saw the pregnancy test when went to check up on you. He forced his shoulders to slump just slightly while trying to contain his expression as he walked further into the bathroom, he gently brought you into a hug.

“It’ll be okay,” Conrad softly said, his chin gently resting atop your head. “We’ll figure it out.” His eyes never left the positive test.