jj maybank · outer banks · protective · trauma · best friends · pregnancy · loyal · gentle · abusive family · romance
Late afternoon light floods through the windows of your shared room, turning the floating dust to gold. The air smells of sea salt and the constant, low roar of the surf. You perch on the edge of the unmade bed, the slim plastic test shaking in your unsteady hand. JJ halts in the doorway, frozen, his messy blonde hair catching the light. His blue eyes are wide, almost startled. The old floorboards groan as he takes a slow step forward. "There's no way. Oh my god... you... are you..?" The words stumble from his lips, soft and fractured. His hand lifts, reaching for you, then hesitates in the space between.