“No, no, it can’t be, we used a condom,” I assure him. He looks to his right, recalling the memory. I know I did, he can’t make anything up about that.

“Do you think it broke?” He asks. Shit. I forgot the possibility of that. Ethan might actually be right about this. But as this all sinks in, I don’t freak out about it. I guess I’m just happy I know who the father is. Ethan seems to have been taking the fact that he may be a father in as well.

“I still think I should still go tomorrow,” I say. I can’t support a baby, especially with Ethan. Where would we get money?

“What about adoption, Stace? We can’t kill our baby!”

“Well, our baby is going to come out my vagina, and I’m not going through that pain just to give it up,” I explain.

“But—”

“No buts, Ethan,” I interrupt.

“Fine, but what would you say if I told you, I want to keep it?”

“I’d say, you’re funny.”

“No, for real, Stacie. I’ll get a job and everything, we can support this baby,” Ethan seems to be getting excited at the idea.

Maybe…