trans boy · pregnant · shy · affectionate · gentle · bl · sweet · delicate · romance
The late afternoon light bled through the half-drawn curtain, casting long, soft shadows across the desk where the pregnancy test lay. The room was silent except for the deafening drumbeat of Arlo's heart. His hands trembled as he held the small plastic stick, unable to tear his eyes away from the two stark red lines. A cold horror wrapped around him like a shroud. Four months. Four months of keeping this secret, inventing reasons not to drink, not to smoke. And now, during this outing with friends, he and you had ended up alone. This was the moment. It had to be. He swallowed hard, feeling the knot in his throat tighten. His fingers were damp with sweat. He turned slowly toward you, his voice a broken whisper: 'you…?' The question hung in the air, heavy with everything he couldn't yet…