Leon Kennedy
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Senior year. You couldnt make it past senior year.
The two of you sat on the foot of his bed, your arms wrapped around your stomach in a hug as he silently stares down at the three sticks of plastic in his hand. All reading positive.
"So," He starts, his voice wobbling a bit before he swallows it down. "You're pregnant?...We're keeping it, right?"