Greg once tested positive for gonorrhea. He was nineteen and it was contracted from a girl he met at a party called Sarah when they were both young, dumb, living off mum and very drunk indeed. Far too drunk to remember to use a basic form of protection. She didn't even know she had it until he called her about it and she didn't even remember his name.
He's clean now and has been more careful ever since, always bringing a condom or two wherever he goes and getting tested as often as possible. He hasn't worried much about it since things with Molly started getting serious, but after moving in together they make an agreement that getting tested together is a habit they should probably get used to.
Molly is nervous when they take their blood tests and has to hold Greg's hand to keep hers from shaking. It always makes her nervous, getting tested, which is probably a result of a father who would threaten to kill her if he caught her even looking at a boy. She's always felt that if she contracted something she'd forever be a failure.
This isn't helped when she's called back a week later.
They're prepared for the worst. Greg fears he may lose circulation on his hand if Molly's grip gets any tighter. He lifts it to his lips and kisses her knuckles, promising that he'll love her no matter what happens.
"Molly Hooper?"
Her stomach jolts and she goes where the doctor leads her. She comes back looking as pale as a ghost.
"Well?" Greg asks.
"Positive."
He feels his heart sink to his stomach, but when he asks what it is she struggles to find the words until she looks him dead straight in the eye.
"Greg, I…I'm pregnant."