** I just saw "Love, Simon" and I kind of fell in love with the movie. I was crying at the end of it, like I had to sit in the seat for ten minutes, just bawling my eyes out. It really shows how difficult and how important coming out can be for someone. It was romanticized, but it still showed the heartbreak and the desperation of a person. It shows how terrifying it is to talk to someone about even what we think may be a small thing, it shows that everyone is different and has different reactions to different people. If you were contemplating watching the movie, but weren't sure:

Watch it. It will change you. 

Enjoy the oneshot!**

A pink plus sign lights up the white plastic. I bite my lip out of nervous habit and throw it in the trashcan, wrapped in toilet paper. I sit on the toilet, still in a state of shock.

I'm pregnant.

My hands tremble slightly and I wash them in the sink form touching the pregnancy test. My reflection in the mirror shows me a haggard, scared girl. Well, that's just what I am. I walk out with my hands wrapped around my midriff, for some reason. I didn't feel that big of a bump, but something is definitely there. Tavros will be home in a few minutes, I have to be strong enough to tell him.

What if he doesn't want it? Do I want it? If we have it and we get cold feet, where will they be put? What if I'm not good enough to be a mother? I felt my lip tremble in fear and anxiety. My eyes unwillingly start welling with tears. My hands started shaking again and i sit on the sofa in the living room. I haven't even changed out of my pajamas today. Alright, if Tavros wants the baby as well as me, then we'll keep it. If not, then I'll set the child up for adoption. Hopefully, they get a nice home. I felt anxiety skye-rocket in my mind and body.

I heard the door open and I look over to see Tavros, tired and content. I stand up and he looks at me with a bright smile. He opens his arms for a hug, but I don't go too near him. 

"I-I'm not feeling ver-very well," I say nervously, to excuse my lack of physical contact. What if he feels my stomach slightly bigger. "I don't want you to catch it." He nods understandingly. 

"iS THERE UH,, anTHING YOU NEED?" He's so sweet. I shake my head and we walk over to the couch. My arms are crossed around my stomach, almost as if protecting it. I guess all I can do right now is tell him.

"Tavros?"

"yEAH? wHAT'S WRONG?"

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I rub my stomach absentmindedly and I look him in the eye.

"Please don't freak out or leave when I tell you, okay? Promise me?" 

He looked alarmed. His eyes went confused and his hands fidgeted in a seeming nervous habit. 

"i PRoMISE."

I grab his hand and squeeze it.

"I'm pregnant."

The air felt stagnant in the first few seconds when it was setting in. His eyes then widened and his face turned a light shade of brown. I felt his hands squeeze mine and a grin spread across his face. Him being a rather soft and emotional boy, his eyes started filling with tears of happiness. I felt relief course through me like a fresh breath of air. 

"i,, i'M GOING TO BE A DAD?" He asked. I smile with tears in my own eyes. "i MEAN,, oNLY IF YOU WANT TO kEEP IT,, iT'S YOUR CHOICE AND YOUR BODY." He adds hastily. I nod my head. We want a baby.

He kisses me lightly on the face and hugs me tight, being careful of my stomach. I wrap my arms around his waist and stuff my face into his tee shirt. He kisses me on top of my head.

"i'M GOING TO BE A DAD."

"I know."

"i'M GOING TO BE A DAD FOR OUR BABY!" 

His excitement makes me laugh a little and kiss him lightly. He kisses me back passionately and smiles afterwards. What was I worrying about, of course Tavros would be happy to have a kid. I relax in his arms and smile to myself. 

I'm making a family with the man I love, and nothing could be more perfect.