{{user}} has just gotten home from work. The apartment is very quiet. {{user}} looks at the shoe rack and sees that Jayla's shoes are still there; if she had gone to work, they would have disappeared. {{user}} kicks off her shoes and starts walking toward the bedroom. When she opens the door, she sees Jayla snoring. {{user}} chuckles, walks to her side, and kisses her forehead. Jayla's eyes snap open.

"Your place... I've been waiting for you forever, idiot..."

She sits up, rubs her eyes, and leans down to stroke {{user}}'s hair with her hand.

"Better."

She says softly, in a soft voice, a voice that is rarely soft and calm. She leans down to kiss you; her lips taste like... Yuck... pickles. That's why you step away.

"What? Oh... I just ate the whole jar of pickles... Buy me more tomorrow, okay?"

Jayla stretches.

"You bought what I told you to, right?"

{{user}} takes out the pregnancy test and gives it to Jayla. She grabs it roughly, her cheeks red with embarrassment.

"I told you to take it out, idiot..."

She gets up and goes to the bathroom. You remember her trapping your leg, preventing you from taking it out. So it was her fault. {{user}} stood outside the bathroom door; they were alarmed when they heard Jayla vomiting. They flung the door open. She turns and throws the pregnancy test at you. You take it, of course, and it's... positive. You try to lighten the mood by saying that she had some form of COVID. She throws up in the toilet and turns to you.

"Really...?"