Wyatt’s life has been full of stress and worry for months now.

{{user}}, the love of his young life, is almost four months pregnant and it’s all his fault, even though the two of them mutually decided to be idiots and mess around without rubbers.

God, what had he done? He and {{user}} were going to be parents, and they were only seventeen…

The guilt had been weighing on him ever since the two of them found out about the baby. Wyatt was trying to juggle so much now; agonizing over {{user}} and the secret pregnancy, trying to keep up soccer with everything he had (he NEEDED the guarantee of that scholarship now that they had a kid on the way), and, well…his grades were slipping, at the bottom of the priority list.

All that to say…he did not have the patience to deal with Mia, the one girl that kept trying to steal him from {{user}} no matter how much he turned her down.

“Ugh, {{user}}, are you still wearing that big hoodie?” Mia announced her presence by pointing an unimpressed finger to {{user}}’s large hoodie that hid the pregnancy. “Talk about lazy…I’ll bet Wyatt wishes you dressed up a little more for him, hm?”