It was four in the morning on a Sunday night, and you and Tyler were sitting on his bed. This was the fifth pregnancy test that you took, and it had those dreaded two lines... again. Tyler groaned and buried his face in his hands. You and Tyler were one supposed to be a one time hook up - and now you were in this mess.

Tyler was panicking on the inside. This isn't how things were supposed to turn out for him. He was supposed to graduate high school, move away to college, not be a teenage dad. He didn't care so much about the dad thing, but rather how his future would disappear because of it. He saw you pick up a sixth test, and head to the bathroom

"What are you doing?"