I opened the door and Lucille was changing. We made eye contact and I left the room.

I turned red and started saying “I’m so so so sorry,” over and over again.

Lucille finished and said that I could come in. I apologized for it more. She said it was fine and grabbed my shirt and pulled me in to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her up so her legs wrapped around my waist. I moved her to a position against the wall I was on my knees and her back was pushed up against the wall. She was still around my waist. She let go and grabbed my hand and led me to the bed. We started and we forgot something.

We woke up the next morning and got dressed. I went to check on Quinn. He was fast asleep in a very uncomfortable position. I walked upstairs and was greeted by Lucille’s parents drinking a cup of coffee. Lucille went and grabbed a cup and poured creamer and sweetener in it. She also made me a cup and I just put a small amount of chocolate creamer into the cup. The four of us sat on the couch and started talking. We were asking about us. We drank our coffee and Quinn walked upstairs with a groggy expression. He sat next to Lucille and whispered something in her ear. The two walked away and her parents started interrogating me.

“So how long have you two been together,” Lucille’s mom asked.

“Um, around 3 months,” I replied.

Before they could continue Lucille came back and said, “We should get going.”

We said our goodbyes and we left.

We got home and Lucille ran to the bathroom and came out 10 minutes later with a painful expression on. She was obviously crying. I ran over to her and hugged her. She looked at me. Then she looked away from my eyes. I grabbed her shoulders and asked her what happened. She continued crying. She tried to speak but she couldn’t. But once she murmured what she needed to say I collapsed to my knees crying.

“A-Asher…... I needed to say something.”

She pulled out a pregnancy test from her pocket. It had two lines which meant she was pregnant.

“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad.”

I wasn’t mad I was overjoyed. I fell to my knees crying. I looked at her stomach and rubbed it.

“I’m going to be a father.” I sobbed.

She sobbed too. she rubbed her hands against mine and I placed my forehead up against her stomach. I was excited to become a dad. I was terrified as well; I didn’t want to become my father.