But I kept my guard up.
I had already made one reckless decision with him—I wasn't about to make another.
At least, that's what I told myself.
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Three Months Later
I sat on the cold bathroom floor, staring at the little white stick in my hand like it had personally betrayed me.
Two pink lines.
I blinked, hoping I'd somehow read it wrong. But no matter how many times I looked away and looked back, the result stayed the same.
Pregnant.
My mind spiraled, memories crashing down on me all at once the night in his arms, the mornings spent laughing over coffee, the way he always managed to get under my skin but somehow made me feel safe at the same time.
I pressed a hand to my stomach, panic clawing its way through my chest.
How the hell was I supposed to tell him?
Would he freak out? Walk away? Or worse… would he stay out of pity?
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to breathe.
I could do this alone if I had to. I didn't need him.
But deep down, I knew one thing for sure everything was about to change.
The two pink lines blurred as tears welled in my eyes. My breath came in shallow gasps, my heart hammering so loudly I could hear it in my ears. This wasn't happening.
It couldn't be happening.
I pressed a trembling hand to my stomach, the weight of the realization crashing down on me like a tidal wave. There was a life inside me a tiny, unplanned consequence of one reckless night. My fingers tightened around the pregnancy test, my mind spiraling with questions I had no answers to.
What was I supposed to do now?
I had always been the responsible one. The girl with a plan. The one who thought things through. But this? There was no plan for this.
And Kristoff…
Oh God.
I could already hear Sophie's voice in my head: Fate had other plans, huh?
I squeezed my eyes shut. This was bigger than just me. No matter how badly I wanted to run and hide from reality, I couldn't ignore the fact that kristoff had a right to know.
The thought of telling him made my stomach twist. He had never been the "boyfriend" type hell, neither of us had even hinted at being more than friends since that night.
What if he freaked out?
What if he wanted nothing to do with it?
Or worse… what if he stayed out of obligation?
I couldn't handle that. I couldn't let this baby be some kind of responsibility he felt forced into.
Wiping my eyes, I forced myself to stand. There was no way around it I had to tell him. And I had to do it soon.
Later That Night
I texted Kairo before I lost my nerve.
Me: Can we meet? I need to talk to you.
His reply came almost instantly.
Kristoff: Damn, that sounds serious. You okay?
I hesitated before typing back: Just meet me at the park?
Kristoff: Be there in 10.