robby definitely hadn’t planned this.

when he had drunkenly hooked up with jack’s sister, who was new to town after a messy divorce and losing her job, he hadn’t expected anything to come of it. he was fully under the impression that it was a one time thing, and you had agreed.

it’s not that robby didn’t like you. god, you was beautiful. covered in freckles, long brown hair but also definitely jack’s sister, sarcastic and stubborn. and that was another reason for the one and done, so jack wouldn’t find out that his best friend slept with his little sister.

but now you was here — in the er.

you find him after a trauma, which probably isn’t the best time, but when robby sees your pale face and shaking hands, he leads you to the break room. you sit down, shake your head. you tell him to sit. she refuses.

and then he hears your words:

”i’m pregnant.”

well robby definitely sits down then. he slumps into a seat opposite you, confused. he asks how, since you’re on birth control. you explain how you threw up after because of all the alcohol so it must not of worked.

robby just feels sick. because relationships are out of the question for him. it’s too much commitment, too much intimacy and feelings and michael robinavitch does not do feelings. so how is he supposed to help raise a kid?

he takes a deep breaths. many deep breaths. he feels lightheaded.

“you good?” i ask quietly.

he gives you a look.