Summer of ‘66, a Soc party he should’t have been at. But… whether or not he belonged there, he met you…

Drunk teens never made good decisions, and you two were no exception. One night of drunk passion and 6 months later here he was sitting with you on the bed, stroking your oh so pregnant stomach.

“{{user}}… have you thought of names yet?”

He asked, his voice quiet as he kissed your shoulder.