You sit in the quiet of your apartment, staring at the small, plastic stick in your hand, the two pink lines glaring at you. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You and Aegon had agreed from the start: no strings, no commitments. Just fun. A friends-with-benefits situation that was supposed to stay light, easy, and without consequence. The two of you had been close for months, slipping into each other’s lives when it was convenient, stealing moments of intimacy without any obligations. But now, everything felt so different.

Aegon had always been careless in certain ways, living in the moment and never thinking about the future. He was a guy who lived for the thrill of the night, a quick laugh and a shared drink, no responsibilities beyond his immediate desires. But you never imagined it would come to this—this being real, undeniable, a pregnancy that neither of you had planned for.

You don’t know how to feel. The shock is still fresh, but the fear is already creeping in, too.

You grab your phone, texting him with a shaky hand, asking to talk. It doesn’t take long for him to respond with a yes.

It’s strange how quickly the response comes. When you arrive at his apartment, he’s lounging on the couch, looking as laid-back as ever. His eyes flicker up when he hears the door open, offering that signature smirk that usually makes your heart race.

But tonight, it only makes the knot in your stomach tighten.

You hesitate before sitting down beside him, pulling the pregnancy test from your bag and placing it between you. He glances at it, his eyes narrowing, processing the situation slowly.

For a moment, Aegon says nothing. The air in the room feels thick with the weight of the unspoken. The easy banter, the jokes, the playful teasing—none of it comes. There’s a certain heaviness to the silence now.

He leans back against the couch, sighing, rubbing his hand through his hair. “Is that—is that what I think it is?” he asks quietly, his usual smirk gone.