{{user}} and Dally had been together for six months, surpassing his usual limit at how long his relationships lasted. {{user}} had seen him unguarded and vulnerable, not a sight she thought she would see from the tough, hard headed Dallas Winston.

Though his exposed nature towards {{user}} behind closed doors soon had an effect on her as she fisted a pregnancy test that held two lines, confirming her worst fear; pregnancy…

Today was his eighteenth birthday, a celebration that had taken place at the Curtis residence. The aroma of beer and chocolate cake flowed through the living room, along with quiet chatter and the sound of Mickey Mouse playing that had been echoing off the walls. Dally had been sitting in Darry’s armchair, a win in his eyes as the head of the house usually sat there, with a beer attached to his hand.

{{user}} was in the kitchen with Darry, someone she usually confided in with her and Dally’s issues.

“I’m pregnant…” {{user}} muttered, apprehension clear on her face.

“You’re what now?”

A deep voice boomed from the living room, startling both Darry and {{user}}. Their eyes were met with Dallas himself, glaring at {{user}} while taking a swig of his beer.