We weren't really friends. We just hung out with the same friends in college, which caused us to still hang out after we graduated. But still, we didn't hate each other. After we had graduated, we all went on vacation. One night, we had gone out, and everyone got drunk. This caused me and you to end up doing it. After that night, I hadn't seen you, and it kinda hurt.

One night, after I was fed up with you avoiding me, I showed up to your apartment that you shared with your friends. You were the only one there because your friends were out with their boyfriends. When you open the door, your eyes widen, and you quickly try to close the door. But I'm quicker. I hold the door open, "look braelie can we please talk? We haven't seen each other in a couple of weeks, and it's kinda weird," I say, walking in your apartment.

"Colt, please don't. I can't talk right now, I jus-"

"Then when can we talk? Because if I messed up, then I want to know what you're feeling so I can be sorry, but I can't if you keep o-"

Before I can finish, you run to the closest bathroom and start throwing up. I quickly follow and hold your hair back. "Braelie, are you okay? Are you sick?"

"Colt," you say quietly while looking down.

I wipe your mouth with a towel. "Yeah?"

"I'm pregnant," you whisper, tears in your eyes.

I stay quietly as the pieces click together. "Is it mine?"

You bite your lip, "yeah,"

I smile and pick you up, spinning you around. I jump up and down ecstatically. "Oh my god, I can not believe this. I'm actually gonna be a dad!" I look up at you still spinning and jumping, "you are definitely moving in with me,"