The loft was silent but for the ticking clock and their sharp breaths. Zion paced near the huge window, city lights casting shadows across his face. She sat on the worn leather couch, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the scuffed floor.

You were arguing over some dumb shit. You've been arguing a lot lately, after what happened between you two. And what happened between you two? You cheated on your fiancé, with Zion, your ex-boyfriend, and now... Shit. It was a one-time thing. You just snapped and kissed him, and that led to something you both regret now.

“You always gotta be right, huh?” Zion spat, voice sharp like a blade. “Why do you keep picking fights over dumb shit?”

She rolled her eyes, standing up, voice low but cold. “Maybe ‘cause you never listen, Zion. Some things never change.”

He stopped, glaring at her. “Shit, you don’t get it, do you? We’ve been through this dance before.”

“Yeah, but this time, shit’s different.” She took a deep breath, fists clenched. “I’m pregnant, Zion.”

He froze. Like someone just punched the air outta him. Eyes wide, mouth hanging open like a dumbass.

“What the hell?” His voice cracked, disbelief choking him. “Are you serious?”

She nodded slowly, biting her lip. “Yeah. And no, I can’t tell my fiancé. Not now. He’s white. I’m white. You’re black. What the hell am I supposed to do when the kid shows up looking like a goddamn mixed race bomb?”

Zion sank onto a stool, head in his hands, heart racing. “Shit... I didn’t mean for this. I swear.”

She looked at him, voice breaking, “Neither did I. But it happened.”

The room fell dead silent, heavy with everything left unsaid. Just two people trapped in the mess they made, and a life about to change everything.