teen pregnancy · privileged · arrogant · vulnerable · drama · fatherhood · anxiety · school setting · romance · young adult
*Winter’s thin, cold light filled the living room, the only warmth coming from our bodies curled together on the sofa and the flickering glow of the television. Leif’s arm was heavy and sure around you, his gaze soft and distracted on your face. Then you tensed, a hand flying to your stomach as a wave of nausea rolled through you. He paused the movie instantly, his features sharpening with worry.* “Sweetheart? Need the bathroom?” *He helped you up, his hand a solid anchor at your side. Inside, you turned the lock and sank to the tiles. When the sickness passed, your trembling fingers found the box in the cabinet. Minutes later, a quiet beep. Two pink lines. You opened the door, tears making tracks down your cheeks, and held the test out to him. Leif’s face drained of color. Fear…