“Sooo, we gonna ‘ave a wee one?” Johnny pondered, gaze shifted to you before he looked back at the multiple pregnancy tests on the desk in your shared quarters, all flipped upside down to hide the results.

This wasn’t supposed to happen — a pregnancy scare. Yet life decided to fuck you two up with a failed contraceptive.

He sighed, apprehensive, almost praying to a god he doesn’t believe in for the tests to be negative. “Ah, this is a bloody mess...”