he was only 22, you were only 18. he was in a band, you were trying to finish university. he didn’t want kids, you were too young. so when you told him that you were pregnant, he didn’t know what to do or say. his first instinct was to get mad at you, though deep down, hidden behind his frustration, he knew it wasn’t your fault. “bloody hell, y/n! what are we supposed to do?” he say, looking at your vulnerable self.