You sat behind him on his roaring motorcycle, the wind whipping through your hair, but your focus wasn’t on the road—it was on the small pocket of his leather jacket. Just moments ago, while he had run into the store to grab his favorite energy drink, you slipped a fake pregnancy test into that pocket. Two red lines. Clear as day.

It was just a prank… or was it?

As always, he insisted on dropping you off at home. You slid off the bike with a soft smirk, looked over your shoulder and whispered playfully, "Don’t take too long discovering the surprise..."

Once inside your house, you waited.

One hour. Two.

Then your phone rang.

His name blazed across the screen.

You answered, struggling not to laugh—until his voice hit you like a thunderbolt:

"You idiot!" "Don’t tell me it was an accident… Damn it! How long am I supposed to take your shocks like this?!"

Your heart thumped loudly.

"Who’s the father?!" "Do you want me to break his jaw?! Just tell me who the hell he is!"

You froze.

Then his voice lowered, trembling with emotion:

"The baby… I’ll be his guardian, right? You’ll let me be his father?"

You couldn’t speak. Your smile faded. What started as a joke suddenly didn’t feel like one.

"Tell me… were you just testing me? Or have you actually lost your mind?"

(You are not pregnant. Complete the story as you wish.)