His soft hands brushed the tears from my face. I looked down, and, for sure, there were two lines there. I didn't know what to think. He'd understood, of course, but I just never imagined it to happen so quickly.
" We're too young, Shawn. We can't." I protested.
But he stood his ground like I wished he wouldn't, but knew he would.
" We'll be great parents. I promise." He muttered gently, in that voice.
That voice that always gets me.
" Yeah. I just.." I broke off, and I felt his hands brushing away more tears.
" You're scared? Honestly, baby, I am too. But we can do it together." And soon, our hands were together, as one. It was just what I needed.
" Every time, Mendes, you get me every time." I grinned.
" Yes, I know." He laughed.
I clutched his hand tighter as he felt me go stiff. I tried to move my hand back to stop myself, but I couldn't move. I desperately called out his name. Relief waved over me as he caught me before I hit the floor, but I was frozen in shock.
" Wh- What happened?" I blurted out.
" I have no idea, maybe we should get you to the hospital.. Maybe we should.. We should.."
" You're panicking." I lifted up my hand to touch his silky hair.
" Yeah, but, you're pregnant. I don't want you get hurt," He whispered in my ear, glassy tears filling his eyes. " Maybe we aren't ready. Maybe you should get an abortion."
" You're right.." I clutched his hand and he lifted me onto the bed. " We're not ready.."
And then I realised.
That night, I was on the pill.
I knew.
How did this happen?
Is it even Shawn's baby?