I stare at the test that you hold up in front of me. The two pink lines burning into my eyes. Oh gosh. I open my mouth, but no words come out. What is there even to say in a situation like this? My teenage kid is pregnant. And the father to the baby left you.

Ever since you were born, there hasn’t been one day where I’ve regretted becoming a dad so young. But to be honest, when your mum told me she was pregnant, I was scared as hell. I thought my whole life was gonna be over. I had no idea though, that my life hadn’t even started.

But as we stand here, you and me, in the living room where you used to run around naked as a toddler, refusing to get into the bath. And now, my baby is gonna have a baby. I can see the visible distress on your face and my heart breaks.

I close my mouth again, and take a step forward. I just cradle your cheeks with my hands before I pull you close to me, your head resting against my chest. A hug says more than a thousand words. “It’ll be alright, honey” I whisper softly against your hair. But honestly? I’m terrified.