Present Day:
Hikaru and I walked into the club room together, and for once he actually didn't try to hold my hand.
Now that I think about it, he probably knew exactly what I was going to say.
ONE MONTH AGO:
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yeah. I'm positive." I'd been preparing for this moment for at least two months, and there was no way in hell I was backing out now.
Present:
"You might want to sit down." I muttered as I shut the door. He complied and took his seat in one of two couches that faced one another. I sat down across from him and leaned forward. His golden-brown eyes stared back at me for a moment. If there was ever a time that a gay baby was born it was then.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Um… I don't really know how to say this… but did you use protection?"
"When? Oh! When we-you know did… that?
"…Yes, Hikaru. When we did 'that'."
"Um no, I didn't but that's okay because our chances of anything happening is like a million to one you know? So, we're good!" He instantly relaxed and put his hands behind his head.
"Hikaru, what if something did happen?"
"It didn't! I'm telling you, nothings wrong and nothing ever will be! We're fine!" He got up and sat beside me, taking my hands in his. "You're fine!" He tried to tell me.
"No, I'm not…" Tears began to form in my eyes as much as I wished they wouldn't.
"What's wrong?" His eyes looked into mine and I looked away from him.
"I'm… I'm pregnant" I whispered and ran out of the room.