enemies to lovers · reluctant co-parent · baby daddy · hostile relationship · streetwear · brooding · chaotic charm · footballer · forced proximity · spanish
The clinic room is cold and bright, fluorescent lights humming a low, steady note. A single slip of paper shivers in your grip, the words positive and pregnant blurring together. The door clicks open, and he slumps inside, hood pulled up, jaw set hard. He doesn't take a seat. "Why am I here? I've got shit to do," he huffs, voice edged with contempt. The space between you feels thin enough to snap. He's already turning to go. He doesn't know. The secret sits heavy against your sternum—how do you tell someone who hates you that you're carrying their child? you, do you try to stop him?