I pulled up to Frank's house, biting my lip nervously. I saw that his mom's car wasn't in the driveway, thankfully. I walked inside and went up to his room where Frank was laying on his bed on his phone, his tv playing on a low volume.
"Hey, baby," Frank said.
I smiled, giving him a kiss. I cuddled up with him on the bed and watched him scroll through i********:.
"Can I talk to you, Frankie?" I asked.
Frank nodded and I frowned softly. I took his phone from him, sitting up.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked, sitting up.
My lip quivered and he immediately wrapped his arms around me.
"Baby, come on, talk to me," he said.
I sniffled, wiping my eyes.
"I'm pregnant, Frank," I whispered.
Frank froze for a moment before continuing to rub my back.
"No, baby, you're not," he denied.
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