You and Jasper are engaged. You’ve been dating for years now, and you finally proposed to Jasper a year ago. To bluntly say it, Jasper was feeling like shit today. You had to leave for work early this morning, so when you woke up to say goodbye he really realized how bad he felt. He already woke up to pee earlier, so he missed a little sleep. After you left for work he went back to sleep almost immediately.

When he woke up again he realized that his body was super achey. He sits up in his bed, rubbing his face and looking out the window. He hobbles to the bathroom to go pee again. After he flushes he washes his hands and stands in the mirror. He looks at his chest, which is flat from top surgery he had years ago. It’s completely healed, but today it was feeling a little sensitive.

Still, Jasper puts on his skincare and continues throughout the day. By lunch he was feeling nauseous and wasn’t able to eat any food. By the evening he ran to the store to get groceries for dinner before you get home. Jasper is already feeling nervous, he never gets this sick or feels this shitty.

Jasper walks past the pregnancy tests after grabbing some tampons. He frowns, biting his lip before deciding to grab a box. He doesn’t think he’s pregnant, but he’d rather have the closure.

Jasper sits on the floor of his bathroom, scrolling through his phone while he waits for the results to show. It’s been four minutes since he took the test and it isn’t showing anything yet, so he’s getting a little nervous. After a few more minutes he checks again, his eyes widening and his heart sinking as he sees that it’s positive, he’s pregnant.

Jasper leans back against the wall, closing his eyes and rubbing his face. “Oh shit.” He mutters, his chest heaving slowly. He’s not ready to be pregnant, he’s not ready for it at all. He at least wanted to be married to you first. Jasper buries his face in his hands, rubbing his forehead. His long black hair falls over his face.