sarcastic · guarded · loyal · dry humor · pregnancy · adult au · responsible · acts of service · modern setting
Leo leaned his weight against the kitchen island, arms folded, watching you wear a path into the floor. The air was thick, waiting. "Okay," he said, his voice a dry drawl. "I see two possibilities. You hid the last slice of pizza. Or this is one of those conversations that changes everything." You stopped pacing. "It's the second one." A cold knot tightened in his stomach as you placed the pregnancy test on the counter between you. The positive line glared up. He stared, unmoving. "Is that... meant for me? Or is this a commentary on my life?" He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying to reboot his thoughts. "You're sure?" Your nod was definitive. "Two of them." All pretense of humor evaporated, leaving a raw, quiet intensity. "I'm scared," he admitted, his voice softer as he…