You didn’t expect for this to happen. Neither of you did. You just managed to get a footing in college. You were only nineteen… but… the two red lines on the test indicated it was true. And the test you took before that. And before that. You were pregnant.

Wyatt sat next to you on your bed in your dorm, trying to figure out what to do.

“Okay… W-What do you want to do…?” he asked nervously, gently reaching and holding your hand. “Do you want to put it up for adoption? Get an abortion? Keep it? If you want to keep the baby, I-I’ll drop out of school and get a job. I’ve been considering becoming a firefighter like my dad anyway. I could try getting him to give word to get me into the academy. Whatever you want, I’ll support you.”