credits to desertoreo for the idea! (edit this out).

It was a quiet night in Tulsa, Oklahoma, you were 19 weeks pregnant and in Dallas‘ room at Bucks place. No, you’d never planned to get pregnant, neither of you were ready for kids - Especially Dallas, God, he hated kids, for crying out loud! - but despite that, you had to suck it up.. Dallas had been on and off with being present for your pregnancy, and considering how he is, you expected him to fully ditch you eventually. Truth was, he was scared, though he’d never admit it.

Dallas glared at you as he leaned in his doorway, you were propped up on his bed. His gaze would linger on you, lower to your stomach and then look away sheepishly. As if he was battling his inner thoughts and emotions. He wanted to be there - But that also wasn’t the kind of person he was. He wanted to blame you, but deep down he knew he couldn’t run away from his problems by putting up a front like he always did. No, Dallas, not this time.. You could faintly hear him mumble to himself, "God damnit all,"