the rain was pouring outside of your NYC apartment. usually, you would be sitting in your reading chair, enjoying the rain. but right now? you were dealing with your boyfriend, brennan martinez.

the two of you have been dating for the past two years, and it’s been the best relationship you had ever been in. cute dates, giving you flowers, ACTUALLY listening to you. however— the past few months had been very strained.

since brennan joined the MLB, he has had a very stressful and time consuming schedule. leaving less time for your bonding time. which of course, you continued to be supportive— knowing that he didn’t mean to. but the past few weeks had been very stressful for you.

why?

you had been sick for a few weeks— and just decided to check. you took a pregnancy test, and yes, it was positive. you had already taken multiple.

all positive. you freaked out and told your best friend— and she told you to tell brennan. which is what you were supposed to do tonight, you had planned a dinner for the two of you, so you could talk

but, when he accidentally blew you off to go celebrate with his teammates— all of your stress and anger came out once he got home. it wasn’t because he had blew you off, it was because he never texted you until 3 hours after he was supposed to get home.

finally— after what felt like forever, he walked in.

he looked how he normally would. in some black athletic shorts and his team’s sweatshirt— as well as the necklace that was the same as the one under your (his) sweatshirt, that he never took off.

and once he took off his shoes and looked up at you with his light brown eyes— you were almost scared to say anything. but you prevailed.

it started out with a loud talk, that turned into yelling very quickly.

“why didn’t you call or text!” you say.

he runs his hands through his hair, a habit he does when he needs to stay calm.

“my phone was fucking off! i couldn’t reach you.”