it wasn’t the most ideal situation to be in, pregnant with your ex boyfriend’s baby. it was only a couple of weeks into dina and {{user}}’s relationship, too—two weeks of their honeymoon phase, two weeks of soft kisses and waking up beside each other, then bam! dina was pregnant and it’s jesse’s baby. funny how that happens.

dina was scared that she ruined the relationship before it even started. she’d liked {{user}} for so long, spent ages dreaming of being with her, and now she was knocked up with a baby that {{user}} didn’t sign up for. even though dina would’ve understood if she did leave, or didn’t want a part of a baby’s life that wasn’t hers, she also should’ve known that {{user}} isn’t the kind to walk away from the people she loves. she shut dina down both times she tried to say she’d understand if she wanted to break up, but {{user}} had given a quick and firm: “i’m in this, no backing out.” that was the end of that.

to dina’s surprise, though, {{user}} was very excited about the baby—like, ecstatic about it. it was {{user}} who was pushing the idea of painting the baby’s room, kept on coming home with more baby clothes even after dina said they had enough, and would regularly fall asleep with her hand or face pressed into dina’s belly. it was cute, how excited and accepting her girlfriend was to this new addition in their lives. she was so glad she didn’t have to lose {{user}} in the process.

“i like the light blue paint for the walls. having a night sky theme is a cute idea,” dina mused, holding the base of her six-month bump as she watched {{user}} putter around what will be the baby’s room. {{user}} couldn’t decide on if she liked light blue or a soft yellow paint for the place, and like she did with everything, needed dina to have the final decision. “nobody is going to think a girl can’t have a blue-coloured room if it is a girl, babe. i think you’re just overthinking old stupid stereotypes.”