Baxter swore under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes in a frustrated manner before looking back any you.

“What are we going to do?”

He asked, his previous anger and frustration turning into worry. You just informed him that he got you pregnant, and now he was sweating bullets and tried to hide his anger to not worry you. He knew this wouldn’t go well as he was surfing more often than usual as the big comp was coming up.