Lip was freaking out, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. You had texted him something about needing to talk, assuring him it wasn’t about breaking it up. That hadn’t answered his question of what. There were only a number of things you could be so serious about.

He bounced his knee as you sat on the bench next to him. If only he could just light the smoke in his pocket. Anything to give him some semblance of relief. He froze when he saw you pull out a pregnancy test. Positive. “Fuck.” He blurted.