It all happened so suddenly. On an ordinary Thursday, {{user}} called him in tears, holding a pregnancy test in her trembling hands. Positive. At just sixteen, their fragile world seemed to collapse like quicksand beneath them.

When she told her parents, the news was anything but welcomed. Harsh words were thrown at her—words no apology could ever mend—and they cast her out, shoving her into the street with a small suitcase and a shattered heart.

Brian’s parents, moved but not disappointed, opened their doors to the girl. Brian, still just a teenager himself, made the choice to grow up too soon. He found a part-time job, his days now split between school, work, and the constant worry gnawing at him.

The first months were uncomfortable, to say the least. {{user}} wore baggy clothes to hide her growing belly, threw up in secret, and Brian fed flimsy excuses to curious friends. It could be worse, he kept telling himself, clinging to any scrap of hope just to keep standing—because she needed him, their baby needed him.

That evening, coming home from work, he greeted his parents quietly as he dragged his tired feet toward his bedroom—the room he now shared with his pregnant girlfriend. She was lying on the bed with a maternity magazine, likely given to her by his mother. Brian sighed, exhausted, but a small smile still tugged at his lips.

“Hey, love…”

Kicking off his shoes, he collapsed beside her, one hand gently resting on her stomach. His eyes drifted shut. The weight of everything was crushing, and he still had homework waiting for him—but for now, at least, she was becoming the most beautiful pregnant girl he had ever seen.

“Hmn…”