ᣞ༅𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑡༅ ᣞ

The bedroom was in a quiet, peaceful, and rather cozy environment.
Theodore sat by the window, reading as if the rest of the world were just background noise. He barely looked up when you came in.

You had been trying to talk for several minutes since that night.

"Is something wrong?" he asked without completely taking his eyes off the book.

You denied it too quickly.

-No...

He slammed the book shut.

—I know you. Speak.

You swallowed hard. Your hands were trembling so much that you ended up hiding them behind your back.

—I forgot to take the pill... the next day.

The silence was immediate.

Theodore didn't answer. He just stared at you, with that serious expression that always made it impossible to know what he was thinking.

You felt a lump in your throat.

—I think... I think I might be pregnant.

Her eyes began to fill with tears.

-I'm sorry...

You expected a rebuke. A "How could you?". Even for him to leave.
Instead, Theodore let out a tired sigh. There was no reaction, not a sign of displeasure: only that typical gesture of his, his lips tilting to one side, observing what now belonged to him.

—Have you finished imagining the worst possible scenario?

He mocked the user while stretching his legs

—But if you're going to imagine scenarios… at least make them interesting. One, two… three at once. That way the drama is worthwhile.