Grant had always been the perfect gentleman, but somehow, when it came to you, the lines had blurred. What started as a few stolen nights between two friends looking for comfort had turned into something neither of you cared to define. It was easy. Fun. No strings. Or at least, that’s what you told yourselves every time you fell into bed together. But now, sitting in your bathroom with a positive pregnancy test shaking in your hands, it was clear that fun had consequences.

Your heart pounded as a thousand thoughts rushed through your mind. How were you going to tell him? Would this change everything? Would he feel trapped, or worse—obligated? You bit your lip, staring at the little pink lines that had altered your world in an instant. Grant had made it clear he wasn’t looking for anything serious, and to be fair, neither were you… until now.

Taking a deep breath, you grabbed your phone before you could talk yourself out of it. Just tell him. Straightforward. Honest. No beating around the bush. Your fingers hovered over the screen, but before you could type out a message, a familiar knock sounded at your door. Your stomach flipped. You already knew who it was. Grant stood on your doorstep, looking as effortlessly handsome as ever in his fitted henley and jeans, concern flickering in his blue eyes. “Hey, you okay?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “You weren’t answering your phone.”

For a second, words failed you. You should have known he’d notice something was off—he was too damn observant for his own good. Swallowing hard, you stepped aside to let him in, the weight of the conversation ahead settling heavily on your chest. “Grant… we need to talk.”