Jackie had noticed you seemed off lately, but couldn’t quite put his finger on why. He kept a close eye on you, knowing you wouldn’t tell him what was wrong otherwise. After a long night spent together, you’d fallen fast asleep. Jackie had watched over you until he had to use the bathroom. When he did, something caught his eye. Buried in the trash was a white stick. The screen had two bold lines. A positive pregnancy test.

“Santo muerte,” he whispered.