UNEXPECTED NEWS
Selena
Positive.
I'm pregnant.
And my ex-boyfriend's father is responsible.
Even as I stare at the thick double lines of the pregnancy strip, I can't believe it.
This is such a mess.
If I thought my life was fucked before, it just took an even worse turn.
Probably four weeks pregnant if I recount the encounter that caused this.
Gosh, Selena how could you be so foolish?
He's your ex's father for crying out loud!
But berating myself seems pretty late now. I press my shaking fingers over my stomach, and inhale a harsh breathe.
A life is growing inside of me.
My child.
Mine and his.
God, I've always—I've always wanted a child, a family. My own people.
But not like this.
Not with this man.
This is the one man I shouldn't have a child with—the one man I shouldn't even have touched.
Why did this have to happen?
The sound of my phone ringing jostles me so much that I drop the pregnancy strip in my hands. It clatters to the floor, and I stare at it, still in a daze.
The ringing ends, and starts again before I reach for my phone.
I stare at my hands, and see that they're still trembling, so I grab the phone with both hands.
I can do this.
It's just a phone call, I'm going to be a mother soon anyway. That line of thought doesn't help, and I end up dropping the phone on the floor.
After spending an embarrassing amount of time trying pick up my phone, I press answer and hold the device to my ears.
"H—Hello?"
A chirpy voice meets mine from the other end, while I struggle to take lungful gulps of air. "Hi, Sel! It's me. What took you so long?" Kate speaks from the other end.
For a minute, I don't say anything back, and it's like her words finally make this feel all the more real.
Somehow, I hoped this was just a bad dream, and I'll wake up anytime now, and realize that reality is nothing like this.
Hearing my best friend's voice doesn't help that delusion. My chest constricts painfully, until it feels like I'm gasping for breathe.
I can't breathe.
Am I really having a panic attack right now?
"Sel? Selena? Are you there? Gosh, did she drop the phone?" Kate's voice sounds so far away, like I distant fog I can't reach no matter how hard I try.
"The call's still on. Why aren't you speaking Sel? Girl, you're beginning to worry me. Hello?" Panic seeps into her voice, but I'm still mute.
It's not like I don't want to say something, I'm just so overwhelmed I don't know where to start from.
I close my eyes, squeezing the phone in my hand, as I struggle to pull myself back to reality.
I'm pregnant.
This is real.
It's not a farce.
That's my best friend's voice on the other end. I should probably tell her she's going to be an aunt.
Where will the baby even stay?
Definitely not in the room I share with Kate?
But...
Oh my God!
Will I have to tell him too?
I can't—I can't do this.
"I can hear you breathing from the other end. Are you alright Sel? You're scaring me."
"I'm pregnant." I don't know how I manage to throw those exact words out, but I do.
And for a while, everywhere is silent. Even Kate has stopped fretting from the other line. This is good, right?
At least she knows now. I'm not alone. I'm not.
Except I am. This isn't some college project. This is a baby. Another life growing inside of me. For a man I should never have had anything to do with.
"What—what do you mean you're pregnant?" A weak laugh escapes her before she continues. "How is that even possible, Sel? This is a really odd joke."
I groan in annoyance. "Kate, I'm serious. I'm looking at the test strip right now." My eyes dart to the strip on the floor.
Uncannily, it's facing upward, so I can still see the lines as clear as day from here. "It's positive." I gulp unevenly. "I'm having a baby."
There's more silence, and this time it gets uncomfortably eerie.
In all the years I've known Kate, I don't think she's ever been silent this long. My best friend is always chattering about something—always the one in a constant lively mood.
Hell, four weeks ago, her mood had infected me so much, I ended up in this situation. Except, I can't really blame her for sleeping with my ex's father, can I?
I run my hands through my relatively short hair, suddenly feeling an ache in my skin.
Another dry laugh from Kate. "Well, I thought you needed a man for that, Sel? Or am I missing something?" She seems to have forgotten about that night.
Honestly, it would be pretty unremarkable if I didn't do what I did that night.
"Do you remember the night after my breakup with James?" I ask carefully.
She's silent for a while, before she gasps. "No way!"
Good, she finally remembers.
"I thought it would be just a one night thing you know? I was sad, and drunk. I thought I needed the comfort. I wasn't supposed to even remember if after that night."
I'm rambling.
Some of it might be a lie, but she doesn't need to know that.
I've thought about that night ever since that day. It's hard to forget something like that—his eyes, the way he looked at me. The way he made me feel.
Ugh, I hate this.
And now, I have this to think about now. Is this some kind of punishment for what I did? Do I really deserve this?
"Well, what are you going to do?" Kate's voice reaches me again, pulling me from my inner musing.
I bite my lip. "I don't know, I could—" I'm cut off by the door bell this time, and I frown.
Who could that be?
"A moment. Someone's at the door." I rush at Kate, already moving towards the door. I'm not exactly expecting anyone.
"Hey! Come back. You can't run away from giving me an answer. Sel!" I place my phone down, when I hear Kate yelling.
Of course, I'm running away. What should I tell her?
But that line of thought dies, when I pull open the door, and meet a face, I haven't seen in 4 weeks. The one face, I don't expect to see, yet need to see.
"Ethan?"
JasonThe night air pressed against the windows of the car as I drove through the night. The city’s usual noise replaced by a dull ringing in my ears. My knuckles were pale on the steering wheel, my thoughts spinning too fast to keep up with the lights blurring past.The streets stretched long and narrow under flickering orange streetlamps. Every few blocks, I checked the rearview mirror again, though I wasn’t sure what I was expecting to see. A black SUV tailing me also? A man on a bike with a camera? Paranoia was contagious. And after tonight, Ethan had passed on enough to infect me too.I muttered under my breath, eyes scanning the mirror one more time.“Something’s not adding up. This isn’t just about Kelman.”I turned right into a quiet side street, one of those dead stretches of the city tucked between a shuttered pawn shop and a liquor store that hadn’t changed its neon sign in twenty years. I killed the engine and sat still in the silence for a second, listening to the faint h
EthanMy heart pounded as the tires of my car screeched against the asphalt. My grip on the steering wheel was so tight, my knuckles had gone white. Every second ticked like a countdown in my head. What if it’s a bomb? The timer. The photos. The taunt. The implications burned into my mind like a match to dry wood. I didn’t remember breathing on the way home. Didn’t remember the lights I sped through or the near miss with a cyclist. All that mattered was home.My foot slammed the brake pedal as I swerved into the driveway, engine still rumbling when I jumped out. The keys trembled in my fingers as I reached the door. I twisted the knob.Locked.“Selena!” I shouted, pounding my fist on the wooden frame. “Selena, open the door!”No answer.I banged again, harder, my voice now cracking. “Selena!”My pulse roared in my ears.Then—finally—the door creaked open. Selena stood in a loose robe, hair messy from lying on the couch, Ava’s baby bottle still in her hand. She looked startled, confuse
EthanI drove through the morning traffic with a tension I hadn’t felt in years. The small box sat on the passenger seat, untouched, unopened. From time to time, I glanced at it. Something about it chilled me. No return address. No name. Just the weight of threat, wrapped in plain cardboard.Selena hadn’t said much before I left. She was still upset about the morning incident, holding Ava a little too tightly, rocking her even after she fell asleep. Her eyes were puffy, and her voice had lost that usual softness. I had walked up to her, apologized again, and mumbled, "It’s just a package. Someone dropped off a gift. I’ll check it out later."She hadn’t asked further. Just nodded slowly without looking at me. I don’t know if she believed me, or if she was just too drained to care. I kissed Ava on the forehead, gave Selena one last look, and left.Now, at the office, the silence was deafening. My assistant hadn’t arrived yet. No meetings until noon. Just me, the box, and the sound of th
EthanI had barely slept.My eyes were open long before the sun crept in through the blinds. I lay still, staring at the ceiling. Everything from the day before haunted me—the threats, the cryptic message that showed up again, like a ghost refusing to die.It felt like someone was watching me, pulling strings behind curtains I couldn’t reach. I had managed to keep it from Selena… at least for now. I wanted to tell her, I really did. But each time I tried, I imagined the panic in her eyes, the fear, and how it would disrupt the fragile peace she was just beginning to rebuild.I turned my head slightly. She was still asleep, her breathing slow and even. Her hair spilled across the pillow like ink. She looked so peaceful. I shifted my gaze toward the crib near the window. Ava lay there, bundled up in her blanket, tiny fists clenched at her sides, lips parted.God, they didn’t deserve this.I sat up quietly and reached for the small notepad on the nightstand. I scribbled a quick note and
SelenaThe morning sunlight slipped lazily through the sheer curtains, warming the edges of the bed where I stirred, blinking against the soft light. For a moment, I just lay there, listening to the quiet hum of the house. But even in the stillness, my thoughts drifted back to Ethan.Last night… something about the way he looked—his face—had stayed with me. He was present, yes, but part of him wasn’t. Like he was somewhere else, wrestling with something invisible. I hadn’t asked. I didn’t want to push. But the feeling had settled deep in my chest.I frowned, but only briefly. He had promised — no more secrets between us. We made that vow after everything, and I wanted to believe it still stood.“If something’s wrong, he’ll tell me… eventually.”The thought brought a small, hopeful smile to my lips. I turned over slowly, expecting to find Ethan beside me, but the sheets were already cold. He was gone.Did he leave for work already? Or maybe he was in his study?I sat up and rubbed my e
EthanIt had been five and a half months since that day — the day everything unraveled and then somehow fell back into place.SPECTRA TECH didn’t just recover. It flourished. Stocks surged, investors lined up again, and our new AI security protocol passed all regulatory tests. To the outside world, we were stronger than ever.But peace can be deceptive.I knew better than to believe in tidy endings. Something about it didn’t sit right. Maybe it was the way Francesca stormed out of court that day — defeated, yes, but not broken. Or maybe it was James' apology. Too clean. Too early. Too rehearsed.Still, I tried to live in the moment. Tried to focus on my family.Selena had eased back into work — part-time, just a few hours each week, managing some of our communications and design teams remotely. She balanced it all with a kind of grace that made me feel both proud and inadequate.And then there was our daughter.Her name was Ava. Just three months old, but somehow already the center of