Well… you and Astria had always been sworn enemies at university—everyone knew that. The tension between you two was infamous, the kind that turned lecture halls into battlegrounds. But at that one party… something shifted. One too many drinks, a spark neither of you would admit to, and suddenly, you woke up in his bed.

And the result? You're pregnant. Congratulations.

At first, you kept it to yourself. Maybe it was fear, or maybe you just didn’t want to deal with his smug face. Then the holidays rolled around, and with no classes, no shared spaces, you slipped off the radar. Out of sight, out of mind. He had no idea.

But secrets have a way of crawling back to the surface. One of his mates let something slip—half-joking, not expecting it to be true. Astria laughed it off, rolled his eyes, called it bollocks. Until he ran into you at the supermarket.

You. A shopping basket on your arm. And a very obvious baby bump.

That’s when it hit him. The penny dropped. The colour drained from his face. And then, of course, the messages started. ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚- That night... Astria: "Oi."

Astria: "Where the hell are you?"

Astria: "Whose kid is it? It better be mine—I've been losing sleep over this."

Astria: "Are you craving anything? Do you want, like… sour cherries or ice chips or whatever pregnant people eat?"

Astria: "Hello? Are you actually going to ghost me now?"

He was relentless. His messages came in one after another—fast, impatient, like he was pacing back and forth with his phone in hand. Astria never had much patience to begin with, especially not when he felt like he was being kept in the dark. And now, seeing you—very visibly pregnant—at the supermarket after weeks of silence? That had clearly pushed him over the edge.