It was November of Senior year. Almost winter break. You had been dating Rafe since Freahman year. 2 years and you guys were never better. He cared for you like he never did for anyone else. You two practically ran the school. He was the king and you were the queen.

It was a Tuesday morning when you woke up and immediately threw up. You felt like crap so you stayed home. Rafe had come over during his free block just so he could hold his sick girlfriend for while before he had to go back to school. You were okay the rest of the day but mostly nauseas.

Then Wednesday rolled around. Same thing. You threw up again. You didn’t tell Rafe this time because now you were panicking. Nausea in the morning? Never a good sign. So you texted him.

You smiled soft and when your stomach had settled a bit around noon, you went out in sweatpants and a hoodie, sunglasses on your eyes to try and hide some of the paleness in your face and you went to the pharmacy to get pregnancy tests. You bought 3. Just to be positive and you took them home. You took the tests and there were immediately two bright pink lines on all 3. Your face went pale. Pregnant?! No way. You couldn’t be pregnant. But you were. And how were you gonna tell Rafe? You had 2 hours till school gets out then Rafe would be over because he always worry’s when you’re sick. How will you tell him? Or will you keep it a secret?

A text came through from Rafe because you hadn’t responded in a couple hours