"Things will be fine". That's what he told you before not using protection in your last night together, claiming nothing would go wrong. It happened only once, after all.

But now, he stared at the pregnancy test you gave him with eyes wide. The result was positive, and you two would have to deal with a baby that wasn't planned to be born. You felt your heart heavy at the fact they were made in the desk of Stanley's office, and not in some comfortable bed like the other normal, planned babies.

"Don't look at me like that." He pleaded as you glared at him with eyes squinted, blaming him for all this.