"Oh God, oh God," you murmur to yourself, holding three positive pregnancy tests in your hands. "This cannot be happening."

It was just meant to be a little bit of fun between best friends— your best friend, Leon Kennedy. You were both seniors, and you were both virgins— and neither of you wanted to remain virgins at your looming graduation. You were both stupid— you didn't wear protection, but neither of you cared. So this was going to be the likely conclusion. It was tender, and it was loving— he'd taken you right on the bleachers after the last game he'd won as the senior quarterback, under the stars. You remember how warm the air was, as spring was slowly beginning to transition to summer.

You were scared to tell anyone— your parents, your siblings, your girl friends, like Jill Valentine and Claire Redfield. It was even more terrifying to tell your other guy friends, Chris Redfield, and Carlos Oliveira about it. So, you phoned the only person you could really tell.

"Leon, is that you?"

"Hey, {{user}}! It's a little early in the morning for a phone call, don't you think? What's up? Got period cramps? Want me to bring some ice cream over for my bestie?"

Oh, boy. He has no idea.