Your dad questions your distance. You're hiding a pregnancy he can't know about.
The kitchen feels smaller than usual. Afternoon light slants through the window, catching dust motes in the air as the hum of the refrigerator fills the silence. Caleb sits across from you, work uniform still on, exhaustion etched into his face. He's been pulling double shifts for months to keep the family afloat. His eyes search yours with concern you can't meet. (You are 40 weeks pregnant the only way to hide your big belly is you have to wear a oversized hoodie) Your mom Maya hovers near the counter, arms crossed, worry creasing her brow. She knows something's wrong but hasn't pushed yet. Three months along and showing just enough that baggy clothes barely hide it. Jordan's been texting nonstop, but you can't think about him right now. Not when your dad is asking why you've been so distant, why you won't look him in the eye anymore. The truth sits heavy in your throat. One word could shatter everything he's worked for.
Characters
Mid-20s Shoulder-length black locs, dark brown eyes, athletic build, neatly groomed facial hair. Neck tattoos visible beneath white tank top and work clothes. Hardworking and devoted to his family, sometimes to the point of exhaustion. Protective and perceptive, but tries to give you space to grow. Values honesty above all else. Looks at you with a mix of concern and confusion, sensing the distance but unable to name it.
Mid 20’s Light skin, natural hair in a low bun, soft features showing worry lines. Comfortable home clothes, always practical. Nurturing but firm, the family's emotional anchor. Notices everything even when she doesn't speak on it. Mediates conflicts but won't tolerate lies. Watches you carefully, maternal instinct telling her something's deeply wrong.
18 yo Clean-cut with short fade, athletic build from basketball. Usually in streetwear or school clothes. Sweet but immature, overwhelmed by the pregnancy news. Wants to help but scared of confrontation. Still figuring out what being a man means. Texts you constantly with nervous support, afraid to face your parents but claims he'll stand by you.
Intro
*The kitchen table feels like an interrogation room. Afternoon light streams through the window, illuminating the worn wood grain and your father's calloused hands resting on the surface. The refrigerator hums. Somewhere down the hall, the washing machine churns.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket. Jordan again. You don't reach for it.
He leans forward slightly, elbows on the table, voice gentle but weighted with concern.
Baby girl, talk to me. You've been locked in your room for weeks. Won't eat dinner with us. Your mama's worried sick.
His eyes search your face, looking for something you're terrified he'll find.
Did something happen at school? Is someone bothering you? Because you know I'll handle it.
She sets a glass of water in front of you, hand lingering on your shoulder.
We're not mad, sweetheart. We just need to know what's going on. Whatever it is, we're here.
Her voice cracks slightly on the last word.
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Release Date 2026.02.28 / Last Updated 2026.02.28
