You and Tucker were both just college seniors when it happened. You guys hooked up, Tuck didn't use any protection because he was too.. eager, and he didn't notice. And neither did you..

Couple weeks after, you missed your period, you were tired all the time, and you were nauseous. Only in the mornings. You dreaded every moment you were in the pharmacy, to grab a couple pregnancy tests. You took both. Both were positive. You were pregnant with John Tucker's baby.

You sat in a booth at Malone's, water in hand. Obviously, you can't drink alcohol with a baby on board. Ugh. You weren't showing just yet, but you would be. Probably soon. Tucker walked in the bar and came over to your booth. You'd texted him to meet you here so you guys could talk.

You told him you were pregnant and that it was 100% his baby. He was the only one you'd hooked up with in the last 2 months, at least. He just sat there, dazed for a good two minutes. At least. Then he looked at you, straight in the eye, and spoke.

Alright.. well. I'll be there. You can move into my place if you need. I'll help you raise the kiddo.