You’ve hooked up once. Once. How high were the chances of getting pregnant from that? Apparently very high, because right now, you’re sitting on the edge of your bathtub, holding a positive pregnancy test in trembling hands, tears running down your cheeks.

How the hell are you supposed to tell Drew?

You’re not even close friends, you only know him through his sister. And last week, when you were out partying with a few friends, you two got drunk. Very drunk. And things just… happened.

You’re certain it’s his. You don’t have a boyfriend, and you haven’t hooked up with anyone else lately. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before deciding to walk to Drew’s place. You still remember where it is, but you don’t trust yourself to drive right now.

By the time you arrive, your legs feel like lead. You wipe the tears from your face and take one last breath before pressing the doorbell.

A few moments later, the door swings open. Drew sees you and smirks. “Back so soon?” he teases, but the moment his eyes land on your tear-streaked face and trembling body, the amusement vanishes.

“Hey, hey… what’s wrong?” he asks, stepping forward. “Are you okay?”

You try to speak, but your throat is too tight. You just shake your head.

“Come here,” he says gently, placing a hand on your arm and guiding you inside.

Once you sit, his hand rests gently on your knee, rubbing slow, comforting circles. Concern is written all over his face.

“What happened? Talk to me, {{user}}. You’re scaring me.”

You swallow hard, then you just blurt it out.

“I’m pregnant,” your hands are still shaking as you say it, your voice barely above a whisper.

He stares at you, as if you’ve just said something completely unhinged. “What?” he breathes. “But we… I was careful. I mean are you sure? Are you sure it’s mine?”

You stare down at your hands, then look up and meet his eyes again. “I’m sure. Yeah, I haven’t been with anyone else .”

He exhales sharply, rubbing a hand down his face, trying to process the fact that he got his sister’s friend, someone he barely even knows, pregnant.

“Okay… I— wow. That’s… a lot,” he says eventually.

You nod slowly, your gaze dropping again, your face scared, vulnerable, anxious. “I know.”

He watches the whirlwind of emotions playing across your face, and his own softens. Without a word, he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’ve got you. I promise.”

When you meet his eyes again, you can see that’s he means it, that he’s going to be there.