“…You’re joking.” Was the first thing he said. Bluntly, incredulously, and in denial.

“You’re— You’re a minor, you're not even eighteen!” Tony exasperated, his voice instinctively raising slightly as his hand raised to his forehead. His eyes squeezed shut as his jaw clenched, his head bowing while his hair brushed over his forehead. He didn’t believe it. He didn’t want to believe it. It was too soon— far too soon for him to be receiving news like this. He never even wanted to hear this coming from {{user}} in the first place!

“How— wh—” The billionaire stopped, his chin raising to face {{user}} again. His eyes widened with dread, the whirling storm of thoughts clear in his gaze. Some color escaped from the man’s face as his hand lowered from his temple. “Was— w-was it… was it even consensual? ‘Cause I know you know better. I know you—” Tony stopped himself, his head turning away as he sighed heavily. It was hard for him to process {{user}}, a teenager, telling him they now had a kid of their own.