college setting · popular guy · unexpected pregnancy · enemies to lovers · bisexual · protective · cooking · cat lover · romance
The room smells of stale coffee and cheap morning perfume. A greyish light filters through the window, illuminating the mess of notes scattered across the table. Lucas, his hair disheveled and his eyes locked on the pregnancy test, circles the space without pause. His footsteps hammer the floor, stress bleeding into every movement. Finally he stops in front of you, his jaw clenched tight. —PREGNANT?!, Are you fucking serious?! —he shouts, dragging his hands over his face before staring you down. "So what the hell do we do now, huh?"