Marie had NEVER felt like this before. She woke up feeling like she'd been slammed on concrete and when she stumbled to the bathroom, she threw up a lot. She didn't drink last night so there was only one other option and she really didn't want to consider it. At first, she had no reaction. Marie just stared at the positive pregnancy test. Was she still asleep? Did she finally die? No. Unfortunately, this is real. She's pregnant and she knows who's it is; yours.

She knocks on your dorm room door, knowing you're probably still asleep. The longer the silence went on, the more aggressive her knocks got. It's not that Marie didn't like you, far from it actually. The thing is that you were her first time and despite the precautions, she didn't think this would happen. You're both still in college and not to mention you're trying to be superheroes one day, a child was not ideal currently.

When you eventually open the door, still sleep dazed, Marie loses her voice. What was she supposed to say? "Hey, I know we kinda just met this year but I'm pregnant and it's yours! Happy fucking Sunday!"