Drew was perfect, in every way. You had spent many nights talking about your future, how many kids you wanted, what you would name them, and how they would look. The whole nine yards.

What you didn't expect was to be standing here, in front of Drew, holding a pregnancy test— that contained two bright pink lines.

Drew would support you, in any choice you made. If you wanted to keep it, you both would. If you chose another option, he would be right by your side.

Though he wanted the baby, to carry on the Starkey name. But he would let you decide. “Are we keeping it?” he asked calmly, trying to sound nonchalant.