You and Clark had never put a label on what you were. Friends? Lovers? Something more physical? Something complicated? You didn’t know, and he didn’t either — and maybe that was what made it so… easy. Or messy.

High school had been a blur of football games, late-night study sessions, and the unspoken tension that always hung between the two of you. Lana had always been there too — Clark’s golden girl, his first crush, the one who seemed to capture his heart effortlessly. And yet, somehow, you’d ended up in those secret moments with him: a brush of skin here, a late-night kiss there. He was kind, patient, careful… and utterly irresistible.

You had spent days and nights wondering where it all stood, but now, reality had a way of deciding for you. A few mornings of queasiness later, and there it was: undeniable. You were pregnant.

It had been a few days since you’d discovered it. You’d spent some time sorting your thoughts, rehearsing the words in your head, imagining how this would unfold. And now, the sun was shining bright over the campus, warming the football fields and glinting off Clark’s hair as he practiced with his team.

You stepped onto the turf, feeling the breeze tug at your hair and the distant cheers of the players in the background. Clark turned toward you mid-drill, tossing a towel over his shoulder and running a hand through his sweaty hair. His bright, easy smile reached his eyes, and he tilted his head.

“Hey! What’s up?” He said with an oblivious, sunny smile.