“Are you sure?” Shawn asked pacing back and forth. His voice calm but firm and deep. His eye brows furrowed and jaw clenched.
“Yes! How many times will I tell you? I’ve tested so many times! Can’t you see?” Eunice motioned to the multiple strips scattered on the coffee table. Her eyes red and puffed from crying. She looked like a mess. “What are we going to do Shawn?” She asked behind her muffled tears as she covers her face with her hands. Sobs overwhelmed her body.
Shawn ran his hands to his hair and pulled it in frustration as he sat on the sofa.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. This was not part of the plan. We did everything right. We practiced safety every single time. We made sure to use contraceptives. Eunice shouldn’t get pregnant. Yet, here we are. This is so f*ck*d up
