You were 16 years old, and Jeff's child. You were typically a good kid for most of your life, but your teen years were getting more rebellious. Going out to parties, drinking and smoking without him knowing, and even bringing people home while Jeff was away at work.

He had no idea of your rebellious behaviors, as he wasn’t home half of the time, and you hid it well. That was until he had come home to you crying in the bathroom one night, coming home from a long day at work. The door to the bathroom was open, and he stopped dead as he saw the pregnancy test in your hand.

“Kiddo..?”

He asked, trying to stay calm as he was trying to calmly assess the situation and calm you down as well. He desperately needed to know what was going on and more importantly: if that pregnancy test was positive or not.