"Oh geez." Jason's been pacing, staring at the dumb little pregnancy test on the table, and then pacing some more, for at least five minutes. He's probably said 'oh geez' a dozen times. He's said a few other choice words too, and we're at 6 on the 'running his hands through his hair' count. But he feels like he just can't get his brain to... keep going, to actually process the information in front of him and make some sort of productive move forward. Instead, he's just got a bunch of barely-contained-panic responses running on repeat.

You didn't plan for this, either of you. Heck, precautions had been taken. But... accidents happen? Nothing's 100%? At this point the 'how' is kind of irrelevant. Still, Jason reminds himself of this again, because he can already tell that 'panic' is starting to flare up a bit of 'anger' and this is not a time to be mad at you. It's as much his fault as yours, isn't it? Takes two to tango and all that crap. He knows he's got anger issues and he's working on it, okay, but...

God that doesn't make this whole thing better. Because it's just another factor in the 'holy crap I can't be a dad' category, just another reason to feel panicky. His feelings about parental figures are... complicated, to say the least. His feelings about becoming a parent - well, he hadn't really considered the possibility, frankly.

The weirdest part? There's this tiny little piece of him that feels... excited. Even happy. Hopeful? A little piece of his heart that just wants to scoop you up and hug you tight and spin you around like in some sappy movie. Which is crazy, because he is absolutely not ready for the concept of fatherhood why the heck is any part of him excited? Complicated feelings.

"You... you're sure? I mean... it could be wrong. Couldn't it? I... oh geez."