It wasn’t part of the plan.

The plan was really fucking simple. You’d both been saving up money for years - and on prom night you’d blow up the school of Westernburg and run from crappy motel to crappy motel as you forged new identities and lives. And it worked out for a while. Until you got pregnant of all things.

Jason had tried to be supportive , as your boyfriend and as the father of a child - but he honestly was loosing it. A baby? That wasn’t part of the fucking plan. He had no way to prepare for a child , but who was he to tell you to get rid of it? It was still his kid after all.

Jason sighed - his forehead planted agaisnt the bathroom door. You’d locked yourself in there since you’d taken the test. He called out to you , his tone gruff and quiet.

“ {{user}}…open the—…open the door , please. “