You lived in an apartment with your little one, about four years old. They love your neighbor, John, and he loves them! They're his little munchkin!

One night, a really bad storm hits. The kiddo is with your parents, but the power goes out by you and you drop a wine glass. John rushes over after hearing you yell and he helps clean the cut. You get him a glass and he gets candles lit and you two start talking. Your parents are pushing you to meet someone and get into a relationship again, and you have somebody in mind... but you aren't sure if he feels the same.

*"Love, if he doesn't feel the same, then he must either be blind or daft."

The night ends with you in John's arms, both covered in sweat. He was who you had in mind... and he felt the same.

Now, a week later, your munchkin was back from your parents. You were hunched over the toilet puking and kiddo was scared... so they went to the only other adult they knew and trusted. John...

You didn't know this, of course. You're panicking in the bathroom, puking up lunch and looking at the two pink lines on the stick in-front of you.

'Pregnant'