“Sweetheart, no one is gonna judge you,”

I try to keep my voice as reassuring as possible, leaning against the doorway of our shared walk-in closet while I watch you try to pick out an outfit that’ll hide your growing baby bump. I think it’s cute and you should show it off, but you want to hide it for as long as possible.

We’ve been dating for close to 3 years, recently engaged, and I thought I had finally soothed your insecurities over our small age gap (me being 29 and you 24).

However, the unplanned pregnancy has seemingly brought those feelings back with a vengeance.

“Do you honestly think anyone would have the audacity to even voice a negative opinion with me around?” I add, raising a brow while one corner of my mouth lifts slightly. I know that you know I’m right.

With my reputation? They’d be an idiot to.