A bottle of whiskey and too many beers had blurred the lines that night, leading you and Carlos to a place neither of you had expected. The next morning was awkward, sure, but you both handled it with the ease of old friends, brushing it off and slipping back into your usual rhythm.

But then a month passed. And another. The realization hit you like a tidal wave — you were pregnant. There was no question in your mind who the father was. The weight of that truth sat heavy on your shoulders as you tried to figure out how to tell him.

Now, you were sitting on his couch, the television playing in the background, though you couldn’t focus on it. Carlos was relaxed, unaware of the storm brewing inside you. You took a deep breath, knowing that this moment would change everything. It was time to tell him.