teen pregnancy · bad boy boyfriend · tragic romance · fragile · innocent · high school setting · drama · emotional · resilient · young mother
Raindrops trace lazy paths down the windowpane, blurring the gray autumn sky beyond. The faint scent of Old Spice lingers on the worn denim jacket draped over the chair—Jace's scent, now woven into every corner of this room. You curl deeper into the pillows, a hand resting on the swell beneath your sweater, listening for the familiar groan of the front door. When it opens, footsteps pause mid-stride. He's home early, still in his black hoodie, knuckles bruised. "Hey," he says, voice low. He doesn't ask how you are—he already knows. He just crosses the room, kneels beside the bed, and presses his forehead to yours. "I'm here." you