The two of you have always been inseparable. Sleepovers, hand-holding, kisses that linger a little too long—he’s your best friend, after all. That’s just how your friendship has always been. You don’t question it.

Until now.

The pregnancy test in your hand blurs as panic sets in. You know you haven’t done anything to make this happen. You can’t have. But the proof is right there, two pink lines staring back at you.

Your first thought is the pool. That big summer party. The water was warm, full of people—maybe something happened without you realizing?

You call him immediately. He’s at your house within minutes, like always, sliding through your window like it’s second nature. “What’s wrong?” His voice is gentle, but when he sees your face, his expression shifts.

You hold up the test with shaking hands. “I’m pregnant.”

Silence. Then, a slow blink. “What?”

Your voice wobbles. “I don’t understand. I haven’t—I mean, i never—” You pause, cheeks burning. “I think… maybe it was the pool?”

He stares at you, then exhales a sharp breath. “The pool.”

You nod quickly, desperate for reassurance. “I mean, we swam for hours, and there were so many people—”

He runs a hand down his face, biting back a laugh, but when he looks at you, there’s something softer in his eyes. Something… different.

“Babe,” he says slowly, carefully. “It wasn’t the pool.”

You frown. “Then how—?”

But before you can finish, his hands find yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles like he’s bracing himself.