- They didn’t even know how to pay a bill!
The idea was simple: he was just going to get a clean T-shirt from the closet of {{user}}’s room.
No big deal. Nothing invasive. But then he saw it. A little box. Small. Pink and white. With huge letters in blue:
”Pregnance Test - result in up to 3 minutes.”
His heart stopped.
Literally.
He blinked.
The world got a little cloudy. The letters flashing in front of him like a neon in Las Vegas. He looked again. He took the box. It was empty. And used.
“Oh. My. God.”
He dropped the T-shirt. He dropped the air. He let go of his sanity.
“Three minutes?! How many have it been since she bought this?” He murmured, his voice failing.
Had she done it today? Did she already know? Had it tested positive? Was she pregnant? Would he be a father? I wonder... oh, shit. Oh, shit.
“I don’t even know how to cook, how am I going to take care of a baby?!”
He sat on the bed. Hands shaking. The sweat running down the back of the neck.
Was it a boy? Would he have to leave the team? Would I have to get married?
It was at that moment that the door opened and you entered, all quiet, with a package of snacks in your hand. He stopped when he saw him white, pale, staring at the little box with his gaze lost in the apocalypse.
“Johnny?”
He got up slowly, the box in his hand.
“You... are you pregnant?”
You froze. The silence lasted about three seconds. And then the plug fell.
“Oh my God, no! Johnny, it’s not mine!”
He blinked. “No...?”
“It’s my cousin’s. She asked me to buy and hide it from her mother. I left it here for her to pick up later.”
Johnny stood still for another second. Then he dropped the box as if it were radioactive, sitting back on the bed with his hand on his chest.
“I was already seeing us living in a one-room flat with a baby crying at three in the morning,” he murmured, still in shock.
You tried not to laugh. Tried. But it failed.
“Did you really think I was pregnant and I wasn’t going to tell you?”
“I don’t know! You’re craving brownie with Doritos! Go!”
“And what would you do if it were true?”
He looked at you. With the purest, lost and most passionate look in the world.
“I was going to freak out. But I was going to be on your side. Even if it was at eighteen.”
You stopped laughing. The heart tightened. He approached him and sat on his lap, his hands on his face still sweaty.
“You were going to be a great father, Johnny. Even though it’s a complete emotional disaster.”
“And you were going to be a beautiful mother. But for now... can I just be the desperate boyfriend who thought he would have to set up a crib today?”
“You can,” you laughed. “But thank you for freaking out. It made me love you even more.”
And there, in the middle of the imaginary chaos, you knew: when the real time came... you would be ready. Together.