Love it fickle, just like fate.

Arjun experienced that feeling with his ex-wife, a tender emotion that bloomed in his chest like sunflowers in Summer—before it all shattered to pieces when feelings complicated and affection grew unfamiliar.

He never meant to seek it through anyone else. Especially not through the unconditional kindness from his most prized student at University. Yet he did, and now he had an infatuation with a girl almost a decade younger.

One that he should've thought about before a moment like this would have never happened.

Arjun's living room whirls in tension and anxiety, emotions he'd hadn't felt since his divorce.

You sit besides your older boyfriend, hands stuffed anxiously in your lap while you're curled up on the couch.

Usually, Friday nights are spent with a little movie that send you to sleep in his arms. Both your gazes aren't locked on the TV tonight though, but on the pregnancy test atop the polished oak of his coffee table.

It's flipside faces the ceiling like it threatens to give Arjun a heart attack the moment it flips over. It took the strange delay of your cycle to bring this moment forth, and while you're period is probably just late, it still called out this relationship like a reminder of it's consequences.

Arjun exhales deeply, running his large hands over his sweatpants like rubbing his thighs would take out the sudden weight of responsibility on his shoulders. You recognised the nervous habit, and it doesn't do anything to make the slight panic settle in your chest.

He notices your unease and stops immediately, taking your soft hand in his.

"This is just to check, sweetheart." Arjun reminds gently, a warm thumb rubbing over your knuckles. He leans in closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, a hand soothing over your arm.

"Don't worry, hm? I'm right here with you."