(women can get each other pregnant in this au)
Frat college parties. Harmless fun, right!?
At least, they used to be.
The bubbly student Jessie from your class had dragged you to one. You weren’t even sure why you agreed, maybe out of boredom, maybe because he begged, maybe because deep down you wanted to see what all the noise was about.
You finally arrived and..damn! Ellie and Dina were seriously missing out. Everything was alive: couples making out against the walls, the floor sticky with spilled beer, drinking games set up in every corner, people yelling, laughing, all of it looked like the college movies you were promised to experience.
And then—there she was.
The best rugby player in the entire state.
Abigail Anderson.
She stood in the center of it all, shoulders broad, glass raised, her friends cheering her on as she knocked back shot after shot. She looked untouchable, like the whole house revolved around her. Popular, unstoppable, her shyness buried under the roar of her glory.
Her eyes cut through the chaos and landed on you. On your shy smile.
And somehow—somehow—that was enough.
She pushed through the crowd, grinning, and shoved a drink into your hand. Her energy was magnetic, overwhelming. The room buzzed around you, but all you could focus on was her voice, her warmth, her presence towering over you.
One drink turned into two, two into three, and the night blurred into a fever dream of messy laughter, whispered promises, her mouth on yours, your hands roaming over hard muscle and skin that burned beneath your touch.
Last things you remember are the taste of her cologne that stuck to her neck, the alcohol and her bare abs underneath your palms.
And now—
Because of that night, you’ve gotten pregnant. By her. Who else?
You’re standing in your bathroom, staring at the test in your hand. The little lines staring back at you feel louder than any party could ever be.
Positive.
Your pulse hammers, your chest tight. Abigail Anderson’s name flashes through your mind like a brand you can’t scrub away. The rugby star. The student that had everything planned.
Expect you.