Warnings: Profanity, pregnancy, mentions of alcohol/drinking, sexual themes (no smut), angst

Word Count: 1317

You heard the front door close, signaling that Josh had left. Wanting to make the most of your time before he got back from the grocery store, you practically jumped off the couch and ran into the downstairs bathroom. The pregnancy test you had bought was buried under at least three towels, not that you had needed to hide it. You couldn't even remember the last time that Josh had gone in the downstairs bathroom.

Cardboard packaging fell to the floor as you ripped open the little box. Your heart was pounding as you took the pregnancy test. Maybe missing your period had been a fluke and it didn't mean anything. Maybe you were seriously sick and it was messing up your body. That seemed manageable compared to having your ex's baby.

You should have known that continuing to live with Josh after the breakup was a bad idea. The two of you couldn't stay apart for long. You told yourself that you needed to work on finding a new place, but when you ended up in bed with Josh that same night you would remember why you kept putting it off. Of course, now you were here pacing the bathroom while you waited for your pregnancy test results to come back. Evidently things hadn't gone the way they were supposed to.

You were racking your brain for an explanation as to how this could have happened. Every time you two had sex you made sure that he was using a condom, no matter how much he tried to convince you not to. You weren't going to take any risks, although evidently that hadn't exactly worked.

Things suddenly clicked into place as you remembered a night right around a month ago. Tyler had thrown a party and Josh had decided to bring you along since he didn't want to go alone. You had both had a little too much to drink and hooked up when you got home. At the time all you had cared about was getting straight to it. Now you were facing the consequences.

Your timer went off and you grabbed the pregnancy test. Just as you feared, you were pregnant. In your frustration, you threw the test at the ground, causing it to bounce around the tile floor. You knew you should have moved out when you had the chance, even if that meant moving back home with your parents who had never believed you could make it in California. It would have saved you a world of trouble.

You wondered how you would explain this to your family. It was already bad enough that you were living with your ex because you were unable to support yourself anywhere else, but now you were pregnant with his baby. It was like having a giant sign over your head that pointed out to everyone that you had no self control and couldn't keep your hands off of your extremely attractive ex.

You scooped all the cardboard packaging and pregnancy test off the floor and carried it outside to the big trash can around the side of the house. The last thing you wanted was Josh finding out before you were ready to tell him.

Josh returned from the grocery store about half an hour after you had taken the pregnancy test. You had already decided to wait to tell him, it would be better to first discuss the situation with someone who was less likely to yell at you out of fear and frustration.

"I got some food for dinner tonight," he said, setting the grocery bags on the counter.

"Cool," you said, continuing to scroll through your phone.

You wondered if Josh would notice you acting differently. It wasn't as if your difference in behavior was intentional, but now that you knew you were pregnant with his baby it was like a wall had gone up. You were feeling so many emotions towards him, and yourself, that it seemed safer to distance yourself as much as possible for the time being.

"What did you do while I was gone?"

"Not much."

"Are you feeling alright? You're not talking much."

So he had noticed.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"If you say so."

Josh continued to put groceries away. Curiosity eventually got the better of you and you walked into the kitchen to see what he had bought.

"Hungry?" Josh asked, grabbing a box of crackers to put away.

"No, just looking."

You eventually went back to looking at your phone, although you remained leaning on the kitchen counter. Josh finished putting away groceries and then walked up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist. Despite the fact that you couldn't possibly be more than a month pregnant, you still worried that Josh would somehow know you were pregnant.

"So neither of us have anything to do right now," he leaned down and whispered in your ear. His breath was hot against your neck as he leaned down and pressed soft kisses to it.

"Josh, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Come on, I bought more condoms at the store," he stopped kissing your neck for a moment to speak.

"Not today," you said, removing his arms from around your waist and walking back over to the couch.

Josh followed you, "Are you sure nothing is wrong? First the not talking and now you don't want to have sex?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you? Because you sure aren't acting like it."

You stood up from the couch and spun to face him, "I'm pregnant, alright? That's why I'm acting weird, because our drunk asses thought it would be more fun to not use a condom and now we're going to have a fucking kid."

"You're what?" he said, sitting down on the other end of the couch.

"Pregnant, Josh. You know what that means, don't you?"

"Yes, I know what it means, Y/N," he snapped back. "I just can't believe that we-damn it."

"Tell me about it," you said, sitting back down.

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't know. Our situation is fucked up enough as it is."

"Well it wouldn't be if you could have just found another place to stay."

"Don't you dare try to pin this on me."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that I was the financially unstable one here. Oh wait, I'm not!"

"You're the one that took me to that party in the first place because you didn't want to go alone!"

"I didn't ask you to get drunk."

"Well you didn't exactly ask me to stay sober either."

"It doesn't matter. We shouldn't have been in the same house after the breakup."

"Being in the same house wasn't the problem! The sex was the problem!"

"You're the one who always initiates it!"

"Oh really? Because last time I checked I wasn't the one walking up behind you, wrapping my arms around your waist, and pressing kisses to your neck!"

Both of you were standing up by this point, voices raised so high that you were sure someone on the street could hear you.

"I'm going to stay with Tyler for awhile," you grumbled, heading straight for the door. Hopefully Tyler would have clothes for you to borrow.

"We still have to figure out what to do with the baby," Josh said, much calmer now.

"Well I don't think either of us are really in a position to be discussing that right now," you huffed before slamming the door behind you.

You got in the car and headed towards Tyler's house. Of course, right when you thought you might be able to make things between you and Josh work again, this happened. It served as a nice reminder as to why the two of you broke up, you seemed to argue about everything.

You just hoped the baby was one thing you could agree on.