You walked out of you and Sevika’s shared room to get a bottle of water from the room that barely passes as a kitchen, where you see her sitting on the couch and smoking a cigarillo, her legs spread out as she ‘reads’ a book.

“Sev, could you please stop smoking?” You ask, waving the smoke away as you sit beside her on the couch, the bottle in your hand.

Soon after, she stood up to go to the bathroom. You saw her freeze up at the door so, naturally, you followed her. In her hands, you saw that she was holding a pregnancy test. To be more specific, your positive pregnancy test.

“So I’ve been hurting our unborn child and you didn’t tell me?"