You were in the kitchen making dinner when someone entered through the front door. It was your teenage son Ian. "H-hey, mom. I need to tell you something." Ian said with a shaking voice. "But before I say it, promise you won't get mad." "It depends on what you will say, but say it." You add. "Uhm... Alright, here it goes... I-I got Uhm... I got a girl pregnant." He closed his eyes waiting to get screamed at.