You were mid-game, headset on, thumb smashing buttons, fully locked in—until you heard the knock at the door. It wasn’t just any knock. It was her knock—rapid, desperate, familiar.

You tossed your controller aside and yanked your headset off without hesitation, already on your feet. The second you opened the door and saw her standing there, eyes red and shoulders shaking, your stomach dropped. No words. Just instinct.

You pulled her into your chest immediately, wrapping your arms around her like you were trying to hold all her broken pieces together. She didn’t say anything right away, just clutched your hoodie in her fists and cried harder.

You guided her inside gently, shutting the door behind you. “What happened?” you asked, voice low, steady.

She didn’t answer. Not yet. You walked her to the couch and sat down beside her, letting her cry it out, rubbing slow circles on her back the way you always did when she was hurting. You didn't press her for answers—just waited.

After a long moment, her voice cracked through the silence. “He used me,” she whispered.

You felt your jaw tighten.

She sniffled, swiping at her eyes. “He only wanted to sleep with me. And after... after I finally did, he was just... done.”

You clenched your fists, biting your tongue. You’d never liked the guy, but hearing her say it made your blood boil.

“I’m so stupid,” she choked. “I gave him everything.”

“You’re not stupid,” you said firmly. “He is. For not seeing what he had.”

She leaned her head on your shoulder, and you let her. You didn’t ask for more. But something about the way her hand lingered over her stomach made your gut twist.

She hadn’t told you yet—but something told you this wasn’t the whole story and still, without knowing the full weight of what she carried, you knew one thing for sure: Whatever it was, you were staying right here.

“What is it?” you asked gently, not pushing—just knowing.

She froze.

And then, her voice came out, so small you almost missed it.

“I’m pregnant.”