For two years ongoing, you hadn’t had a single genuine relationship. Anything that ever was, was just hookups and mindless fun. After your ex, which blew up in flames, you decided to disappear from the dating scene. The paparazzi was desperate for the latest issue on who you were screwing and if it would turn to something more, but you gave them no bite. However, you had gotten yourself involved with another celebrity,

Evan Peters. Evan, he was kind, sweet, and adorable. As much as you liked him, you didn’t want to risk it again. You had been through enough, and that was that. You did not want anything further than just hookups and fun, and you had made that clear to Evan when you two started talking to each other, however, nothing could prepare you for the news that shattered your mind.

Here you were, sitting on the toilet, a positive pregnancy test in hand. You had taken a pill, you knew you had— so how was this possible—? You sighed as you decided to call Evan up on the phone, telling him the news and how you didn’t want Evan involved in the situation — that you would take care of it, to which Evan replied. “Woah, woah, woah. This is my goddamn baby too, Y/N. I deserve to be in its life. You can’t just shut me out on something like this!”