The atmosphere in the room felt heavy. Neither of you had said a word in the past half hour, and it was clear that he was starting to get suspicious of you, although he didn't pry.

You sat next to him on the couch, your feet in his lap as you guys just watched a movie.

You were pregnant. He had gotten you pregnant.

He noticed you zoning out and frowned, reaching out to run his fingers through your hair.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.