It was a cold autumn night, both of them were eating quietly while chatting.

"I'm pregnant," you said.

"You forgot the injection," he said, with a hint of annoyance and disbelief. "I had plans for us, I wanted to give you the world, not diapers, vomit and shit!" "Do you really think I'm ready to be a father?" he bellowed, it was clear that he didn't want children. "I'm not ready to solve anything."