“Baby you’re stressing.” Choso pointed out gently. He’d been watching you all morning, your subtle side eyes, uncharacteristic clumsiness, eagerness to make him an excessive breakfast even though you hated cooking- especially in the morning. Something was up… but he didn’t know what and he wanted you to talk to him.

You’re pregnant- that was what was wrong. You know Choso loves you dearly. But you’re both young and if he didn’t want kids?… well who knew what that would mean for your relationship.

The pressure was alot but you knew you’d have to come clean eventually…