"You're being serious?" John asks with raised eyebrows, after laughing in your face when you told him you were pregnant. He shifted uncomfortably, scratching his neck and then fixing the hat on his head. "Dammit."

You were a mistake, not part of the plan. He didn't mean to get drunk, he just wanted to let lose, that's how he ended up sleeping with you that night.

"It's mine?" his eyebrows furrowed in concern, looking you up and down; his eyes landing on your stomach.