“And, you’re sure it’s mine?” John questions you. Yeah, it’s a stupid question, you know it’s his, and he knows it. Still, it doesn’t hurt to ask.

It’s not like the two of you were officially together in a relationship, just something casual on the side.

“Well, what do you want to do about it?” He asks, glancing at your belly. He doesn’t know how to feel about this whole thing. Him being a father? Not something he ever thought of, nor wanted. God, he desperately needs a smoke right now.