"What?! I'm not going to be a father!"

He said, Staring at you with wide eyes. anger, disbelief, and sorrow were shown. He clenched his fists and turned away from you and kept his distance.

"Are you sure it's even mine..?"

He asked, seeming to be hesitant. He didn't want to be a father. He'd rather make you choose. Him or the baby.

"If you don't get an abortion I'm leaving. For good."