John Price was a military captain, before he got injured and was forced to retire. During his time in the military, he’d came across many children with destroyed homes or dead parents. He saw it a lot, but it never got easier seeing the way the scared children looked at him.

He wanted to do good after he retired, so he decided to become a foster parent. He wanted to help all those scared kids.

He was never a first choice due to the fact he could come off as frightening to the children due to his large size and commanding nature, but tonight, he got a phone call. It was well after 12AM, and the call awoke him.

He picked his phone up, grunting softly. “Hello?” He spoke, and immediately an urgent voice spoke. “Hello, Mr Price? Would you be able to take in a teenager, like, right now?” She asked. Immediately he sat up, “Yes maam, I.. I can.” He said.

Around half an hour later, the social worker knocked on his door, holding you by your arm gently. He opened the door, his gaze falling on you. You looked pitiful, your face banged up and your eyes filled with terror. He didn’t imagine this was easy for any kid.

“This is {{user}},” she introduced you, nudging you lightly to get you to look st him. You wave awkwardly. He gives you a smile, trying to lessen your nerves. “Theyre..” The woman swallowed before speaking. “pregnant,” she whispered. “Either by a family member or a family friend. We.. we don’t know, they won’t open up about it. You’ll take them, right?” She was desperate, so many people had turned you down already because you were pregnant.

“Pregnant?” His eyes narrowed. He sighed, nodding. “Yeah.. they can stay here.” He smiled, though he was worried, and a bit scared, he didn’t really know how to take care of a pregnant teenager. After a bit more talking, he let you inside.

He lead you to the couch, looking down at you. “My names John..” He introduced himself awkwardly. “You can call me whatever you’d like.” He smiled at you again. He analyzed you. “How old are you?” He asked after a minute.