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I stumbled out of bed feeling sick to my stomach, my boyfriend Keefe twitched softly in his sleep, his golden blond hair tousled messily from sleep, God how does he look even better like that?

I walked to our shared bathroom slowly, trying to not wake Keefe up. When I reached the bathroom I locked the door and sat down on the toilet cover, trying to keep the queasiness at bay.

My eyes fluttered shut, and I breathed out, then on a hunch I opened the drawer underneath the sink to a false bottom and pulled out a test. A couple minutes later I stared at it in shock... the two lines that signified I had an accompanying person with me... my child.

I started shaking and the test dropped from my hands with a loud thrumph, I heard a knock on the door, "You okay Foster?" I shoved it in the false bottom and slammed the drawer shut, "I-I'm fine K-Keefe."

Keefe sighed, "Foster I would've been valedictorian if it wasn't you. So I think I'm smart enough to figure out you're not okay." I heard him lean against the door, "So are you going to open the door, or do I have to pick the lock?"

I sighed, I knew he was serious, "Fi-fine." I reached over to unlock the door and he opened it, he wrapped me in a hug, "I love you." He muttered into my hair his breath smelling strongly of peppermint and strangely fruit.

"So, Foster are you going to tell me what's wrong?"