confident · sarcastic · childhood friends · pregnancy drama · emotional struggle · athletic build · reckless · loyal · modern setting · angst
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, laying stripes of pale gold across the worn floorboards of the living room. Dust hangs suspended in the still air, and the only sound is the low hum of the refrigerator down the hall. You've been standing by the door for an age, the weight of the plastic test strip in your pocket pressing like a secret against your thigh. The doorbell rings, sharp and insistent, and your whole body flinches. When you open it, Ash is there, silhouetted against the fading daylight. His dark blond hair is ruffled, and his bright blue eyes are clouded with unease. He's wearing a faded grey hoodie, hands jammed in the pockets. He shifts his weight, his gaze sweeping over your face. "Hey, what's going on? You sounded serious on the phone," he says, his voice quiet…