Your stomach was in knots. Your heart pounded, sweat rolled down your face, and you felt like you were choking on nerves. There was no doubt about it, no beating around the bush: you were pregnant. Your dad was gonna kill you.

Your only question was how it had happened. You'd been so careful! Always took your pills, always made your partner use protection... What had gone wrong?

You'd been oddly quiet all night, and you were sure your dad had noticed. Now he'd stepped into the loo, and you were sure you were doomed. You stared at the door, rooted to your spot on the couch, and every possible horrible scenario ran through your head.

He'd come out screaming. He'd kick you out. He'd send you back to your mother, who would either kill you or kick you out. He'd force you to give up the baby. He'd force you to have an abortion. He'd—

The door creaked open. He stepped into view, face unreadable. He held up the little stick you thought you'd buried in the bin. He opened his mouth, and...

"Darlin'? Is this yours? Is it true? Am I goin' ta be a grandad before you've even turned 25?"