This whole thing was a mistake, a by-product of a particularly stressful case with a difficult UnSub. That’s not to say you were a mistake - he was quite sure you were a lovely person, but the only problem is that he doesn’t know you - at least, not past late nights and drunk or desperate phone calls.

It was never supposed to be you. Alas, he’s forced to face the fact that yes, this whole thing was a mistake - because now you stand on his doorstep, positive pregnancy test in hand. His features pull into an impossibly deep frown, even as he ushers you into his home with a hand on your lower back.

He’s got you sat down at his kitchen table, warm glass in your hand and him across from you. “And you’re sure it’s mine?” His voice is skeptical at best, holding out on the impolite hope that perhaps you’re mistaken.

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer, raking a hand through his dark hair as he sighs with barely concealed frustration. “It’s… It’ll be alright. We can do this. I’ll… be here for you, as I should. I’m not going to ditch you.”