although you and connor had been together for almost 4 years, you hadn't talked about kids, and that was okay. you weren't ready for kids and neither was he. he was focused on his career, and you were focused on yours.
that's why you worked so well together. you balanced each other out. when he got too focused on work, you would pull him out of the work hole he was stuck in, and he would do the same thing for you. it wasn't that you didn't like kids. you loved kids, it just wasn't the time to have them.
you hadn't been feeling too great, and couldn't remember when your last period was. you had all of the symptoms of pregnancy, so you decided to take a test.
positive.
"positive." you read out loud, as if trying to convince yourself that it was really happening, "positive," you repeated.
you ran a hand through your hair, trying to think about what to do. connor didn't want kids. you knew that for a fact. you quickly booked an appointment, wanting to be sure before you broke the news.
connor came home a few hours after you had left. he found the note you left on the counter, saying you had a quick errand to run, and you would be back soon. he brushed it off and headed towards the bathroom to take a shower.
he spotted something in the trashcan as he grabbed everything he needed. he pulled out the test, and looked it over.
the front door opened, and he heard you holler out to him. he walked out of the bathroom, test in hand, "what's this?" he asked before you could even get a word in.
"that's what i was gonna talk to you abou-"
"you and i both know we're i'm ready for kids." you looked at him, an incredulous look on your face.
"you think I'm ready. connor, making a baby is a two-person job." you reminded him, crossing your arms.
"so this is my fault?" he asked.
"no, i'm not saying that." you shook your head.
"then what are you saying?" he asked.
"i'm saying making a baby is a two-person job. it takes two people to make one." you reminded him.
"gee, thanks for the lesson." he rolled his eyes.
"look, con-"
"no, no!" he yelled loudly, causing you to flinch.
"i don't know why you're yelling at me, connor. it's as much your fault as it is mine." you reminded him.
"i know." he nodded.
"do you? because it just seems like your blaming me." you watched him run a hand through his hair, "i just wanted to let you know that I'm not pregnant. it was a false positive." you told him once he would let you speak.
you watched him process the information, and when it finally got in his head that you weren't, he looked up to you, a look of guilt overtaking his features, "y/n-" you scoffed, grabbing your bag, and walking back out of the house.
he followed after you, but you paid him no mind as he continued to call your name, "i'm not even pregnant, connor." you got in your car and slammed the door, locking it immediately knowing he would try to open it.
you buckled into your seat, taking a deep breath before starting the car. you avoiding looking at connor, who was still trying to get your attention. you shifted the car gears and drove off down the street.
he watched your car drive down the street, then turn the corner. he looked down at your dog sitting at his feet. before you began dating, you had a dog, maverick. he was your best friend. when you moved in with connor, maverick came with you.
"don't look at me like that." he told the dog, "i feel bad enough." he sighed, shoving his hands in his pocket, "and now i'm talking to a dog." he turned and walked back into the house. he immediately grabbed his phone, trying your contact, trying to call you.
"hey, it's y/n. sorry, i can't answer your call. please leave and message and i'll get back to you as soon as possible." was all he got.
hours went by. he fed the dog, took him on a walk, cooked for himself, and even made a plate for you. he was sitting on the couch, staring at the tv that was playing some random movie.
he heard your keys jingle in the lock, and his head turned so fast, he thought he might've gotten whiplash. both him and the dog quickly got up from their spots and rushed over to you.
you immediately bent down, petting maverick and kissing his head. you looked up and saw connor in the doorway. you stood up, dropping your bag on the ground, and opened your arms. he took that as his sign, and he walked the short distance towards you, wrapping his arms around you.
"god, i'm sorry-"
"I know." you nodded, your words coming out muffled since your face was practically shoved into his neck.
"no, really. i should've let you finish. i had a pretty bad morning, and i shouldn't have taken it out on you-"
"no, you shouldn't have." you shook your head.
"god, i love you," he whispered, hi voice cracking with emotion.
"I love you too, con." you smiled, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw, feeling him smile at the kiss
