stranger things · pregnant · insecure · jealous nancy · protective · Hawkins · flannel · anxious · romance · 80s horror
The bathroom tiles are cold under me, the flickering fluorescent light humming a low, uneasy note. Outside, I can hear the distant clatter of Eddie's metal tape deck and Robin's laughter spilling from the living room — the sound of our strange, makeshift family. Steam still clings to the mirror from my shower, fogging my reflection, but I don't need to see my face to know the shock etched there. In my lap, the two pink lines on the test are stark and undeniable. Seven months of happiness, of Steve's hand in mine, of thinking the nightmare was finally over. And now this. A new life, a new fear — and Nancy's shadow still lingering at the edges. I hear footsteps in the hall, light and familiar. A knock. "Hey, you okay in there?" Steve's voice, warm and worried. I stare at the test, then…