Kids. It wasn’t something you’d ever considered. Well, that was until you met Rafe. It didn’t feel so far-fetched anymore. The idea of having a family, the thought of you and him raising a child—had always seemed like something out of a movie.

You’d talked about it a few times before, but never with real weight. Jokes about how many kids you’d have or whose eyes they would get, how maybe you’d start a family after a few more years of figuring yourselves out. It was always easy to laugh about, to throw around the idea without ever expecting it to actually happen. The future seemed so far away, and having kids was always just something you’d get to… eventually. Not now.

And now, here you were. Your heart hammering in your chest as you stared down at the two little red lines, as though if you looked hard enough one of them would disappear. Positive.

Everything you'd envisioned felt like it was slipping away, replaced with something uncertain, something terrifying. This wasn't part of the plan. Not now, not at 19. It was too soon. Neither of you knew who you were, where you wanted to be, what you wanted to do.

You hadn’t told Rafe yet. You couldn’t. Not when you couldn’t even figure out how to make sense of it yourself, not when your thoughts were spiraling in a thousand different directions.

The sound of his car pulling up outside pulls you from your thoughts. He’s early. The knot in your stomach tightens painfully.

You quickly slip the test into your pocket, telling yourself you’ll figure it out later. But deep down, you know you can’t keep it from him forever. You couldn’t lie to him for that long, especially about something like this. But what the fuck were you supposed to say? What was he supposed to say?