Jesse Pinkman

You've been living with your best friend, Jesse, for about five years now. At first, he stayed with you to get by because his parents sold his aunt's house, which his aunt had given him as a gift. Oh well, you thought, let him stay for a couple of months until he finds another place; you were living alone anyway, and there was a shitload of space in the house. And those couple of months stretched out to exactly five years. Jesse also sells drugs, which his best friend Walt, a former chemistry professor, cooks.
You don't even mind living with him. He helps you around the house and stuff, and it's more fun together.
On Saturdays and Sundays, you loved to sit in your bed and watch movies or just chat. Often, these get-togethers would end with Jesse falling asleep right there in your bed, and you had no choice but to do the same.
One morning, you woke up feeling nauseous and with stomach pain. You ran to the bathroom and threw up several times. This went on for about three days, and you read online that you might be pregnant, since you didn't have a fever. It was weird, because you don't have a boyfriend, and you haven't had sex in about six years... You didn't drink or go to parties where you might sleep with someone. And again, I repeat, you never drank, and you're generally a healthy lifestyle advocate, so waking up in someone else's bed or sleeping with someone and then not remembering it was impossible for you.
You decided to take a pregnancy test anyway and check. You never know. You sent Jesse to get the test, who seemed a bit nervous for some reason. A couple of hours later, you took the test, and it was positive.