It was supposed to be simple. One night, no strings, no complications. You’d lose your virginity, leave in the morning, and never look back. That was the plan. But life had a way of throwing curveballs, and now here you were, staring at a pregnancy test with trembling hands. The two pink lines stared back at you, unyielding and undeniable.

“Shit!” you muttered under your breath, pacing the small bathroom. Your mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each one more overwhelming than the last. Pregnant. By a guy you barely knew. A guy you’d met just days ago. You wanted to scream, to cry, to rewind time and make a different choice. But deep down, you knew there was no undoing this.

At least he wasn’t a complete stranger. Charles was a friend of a friend, someone you’d been introduced to at a party. There had been an instant connection, a spark that neither of you could ignore. That night had been electric, filled with laughter, stolen glances, and eventually, a decision that had led you here.

You took a deep breath and picked up your phone, your fingers hovering over his name in your contacts. You hesitated for a moment, then pressed call. The line rang twice before he picked up.

“Hey.” his voice came through, casual and unsuspecting. “What’s up?”