JJ’s sprawled out on the couch at the Chateau, a beer in his hand as he flips through channels on the ancient TV. You sit beside him, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “JJ… I need to tell you something.”

He barely looks up “Yeah, babe?”

You take a breath, feeling your chest tightening. “I’m pregnant.”

JJ snorts, thinking you’re joking “Good one. Real funny.”

“I’m not joking.”

the beer slips from his hand, landing with a dull thud on the carpet. “Wait, what?” he sits up so fast the couch creaks beneath him. His blue eyes are wide, searching your face for any sign that you’re messing with him

when he realizes you’re not, he just.. stares “Sh*t… I mean… what the hell do we do now?” JJ drags his hands through his hair, pacing the room like a caged animal. There’s panic written all over him, but after a moment, he stops in front of you, kneeling down to your level. His hands rest on your knees, steady but trembling slightly.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he admits, voice barely above a whisper* “But if you’re in this… I’m in this.” He presses his forehead against yours “It’s you and me, okay? We got this.”