okay, maybe you were a little to blame for the situation. all your friends said that you should have confessed to Garrett that you were pregnant, and Ellie was the one who insisted on it every day.

you should have been honest with him. that would be fair. you should have told him. but was it your fault that the moment was constantly not right? you were already too scared of the situation, and now Garrett's every day was too stressful, and in those rare moments when you found him in a good mood, you didn't want to ruin everything.

he certainly wouldn't be mad at you, of course. you never doubted that he loved you, and he was always the most supportive boyfriend in the world. but Garrett had a screwed childhood. and just the day before, he said that he did not want children, because he was terrified of ruining their lives.

you should have told him anyway.

and you would have told him if he didn't have an interview scheduled with his a-hole-father today. and it was today, when Garrett wasn't home, that you started bleeding. you're pregnant and you're bleeding, damn it. and you haven't even decided yet whether you're going to keep this baby, for God's sake, Garrett doesn't even know about your possible baby, but you suddenly felt very hurt, scared and lonely at the same time.

It's only natural that you panicked.

panicked and recorded a voice message to Garrett, where you tearfully confessed everything, begging him to come and take you to the hospital. It was no surprise that he left the interview and all the managers to rush to you. but now you were panicking together and threatening to bite each other's throats right in the car because of the tension.

"why didn't you tell me earlier, Wellsey?!" Garrett growled, twisting the steering wheel dangerously sharply, ignoring the billion signals of other drivers following him. there was a mixture of dark rage and gentle anxiety in his gray eyes as he glanced at you desperately.