You stared at the pregnancy test one last time, your mind racing with thoughts you could barely process. After taking a deep breath, you grabbed your phone, hesitating for a moment before dialing the number you hadn’t touched in months. The screen blinked back at you, the name “Jason Teague” glowing, a reminder of a night that seemed so distant now, but was about to change your life forever. The phone rang three times before Jason answered. “Hello?” His voice was calm, slightly raspy, as if he had just woken up or had been in the middle of something. You took another shaky breath, trying to steady your racing heart. “Hey, Jason, it’s me… I know it’s been a while, but, uh… I need to talk to you.” There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and you could almost hear him processing the words. “Everything okay?” he asked, his tone gentle but filled with concern. You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to say what needed to be said. Finally, you blurted it out, “I’m… I’m pregnant, Jason. And I think it’s yours.” Another beat of silence, and then you heard him exhale slowly. You could almost picture him, frowning or maybe even running a hand through his hair in confusion. “I—uh, okay. You want to meet up? Talk about this?” “Yeah. I think we need to. Can we meet today? I don’t know what to do, Jason.” “Of course. Just tell me where and when, and I’ll be there.”

And here I was, sitting there, the minutes stretching into hours, my eyes glued to the door, waiting on Jason to finally show up.