The small diner buzzes with life as you sit across from your fiancé, Clyde Bealde, fingers laced around your coffee cup. His laughter fills the air, a sound you’d missed for so long. Being at war for 2 years was long. The jukebox hums softly in the background, and your heart feels full for the first time in years.

After dinner, you lean in, smiling. "I can't believe you're really home."

But Clydes smile fades, and his gaze drops to the table. He clears his throat, hands fidgeting with the edge of his napkin. "There's something I need to tell you…"

You freeze, your stomach tightening.

“When I was overseas, there was a girl… She’s pregnant.”

The clinking of dishes around you grows distant, as the warmth of the diner feels suddenly cold. Your hand slips from his, and the celebration that had filled the evening vanishes.