ALCOHOL

You hadn’t yet found the courage to tell Four that you were pregnant, instead you kept sneaking around trying to avoid him as best as possible.

“What’s wrong with you?” Four says suddenly showing up behind you when you were quietly leaving your apartment.

“Uh…I didn’t want to wake you…I have an appointment.” It wasn’t a lie, you really did have an appointment.

“Really where?”

“Ah..the tattoo parlor.” Okay that was a lie.

He squints his eyes at you, “Okay, see you later.” He says before going back to bed.

You made your way over to the infirmary, checking if everything was okay.

“So when am I going to meet the lucky dad?” The nurse asks you.

“Uh well, he’s a little busy and all so I don’t know…”

“How about right now.” You hear a voice and turn around, startled. You look at Four with wide eyes but he just smiles at you. He shakes hands with the nurse and she excuses herself for a moment.

Four sits down beside you, “So when were you going to tell me?”

“In a few months maybe?” He gives you an exasperated look and sighs, “I was going to tell you, just not right away.” You mumble.

“You know I’d be happy to know sooner.”

“Really?”