It had been weeks since you and Jack had gone your separate ways. Every day since the breakup felt like a fresh wound that refused to heal. His grueling schedule of baseball season had left little room for the relationship you had once cherished. When you broke up, there were no harsh words or dramatic fights — just quiet, painful resignation on both sides. You loved each other, but love wasn’t always enough when life pulled you in opposite directions.
But now, things were different. Now, there was something much bigger than the distance between you, something you couldn’t ignore even if you tried.
You sat on the edge of your bed, your hands trembling as you held the pregnancy test. Two pink lines stared back at you — solid and undeniable. You weren’t imagining things. You were pregnant.
Fear clutched at your chest. Questions swirled in your mind. What would Jack say? How would he react? Would he even want to know? Part of you wanted to keep this to yourself, to shoulder the burden alone rather than risk rejection. But the truth gnawed at you, making it impossible to pretend everything was fine. He had a right to know.
For days, you rehearsed how to tell him. You started countless texts only to delete them. When you finally gathered the courage, it was a simple, straightforward message:
"Can you come over? I really need to talk to you."
The response came just a minute later.
"I’ll be there soon. Is everything okay?"
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. You weren’t even sure if everything was okay yourself.
Thirty agonizing minutes later, there was a knock on your door. Your heart leaped into your throat as you made your way to open it.
Jack stood there, wearing a Dodgers cap pulled low over his eyes, his travel bag slung over one shoulder. His expression softened when he saw you, worry etched across his face. “Hey,” he said, stepping forward. “What’s going on? You look—” He stopped himself, taking in your teary eyes and fidgeting hands. “Are you okay?”
You nodded and opened the door wider, motioning for him to come inside. “Yeah… no… I don’t know,” you muttered.
He followed you into the living room, dropping his bag by the door and sitting on the couch. You stayed standing, your arms crossed over your chest like a shield. The silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating.
“Y/N,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving yours, “talk to me. Whatever it is, just tell me.”
The words caught in your throat. You took a deep breath, then another, before finally forcing them out. “I’m pregnant.”
His eyes widened. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, as if searching for words that wouldn’t come. “You’re…” His voice trailed off, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You’re pregnant?”
You nodded, your heart hammering. “I found out a few days ago. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to tell you.”
He ran a hand through his hair, his mind clearly racing. For a long moment, he didn’t speak. Every second felt like a lifetime.
Finally, he looked up at you. “Why didn’t you call me right away?”
“Because I didn’t know if you’d want to know,” you whispered. “We broke up. You’re busy. Your life is already so full. I didn’t want to make things harder for you.”
“Harder?” He let out a soft, disbelieving laugh. “Y/N, this isn’t just about me. It’s about you. It’s about us.”
You shook your head, tears spilling over. “There is no us, Jack. Not anymore.”
He stood up, crossing the room to stand in front of you. His hands gently cupped your face, his touch warm and familiar. “There’s always an us,” he murmured. “Even if we’re apart, you’re still in my heart. You always will be.”
Your breath caught in your throat. “But your career—”
He cut you off with a shake of his head. “Forget my career for a second. You’re the most important part of my life. You always have been. I didn’t handle things well before — I let baseball take over — but I don’t want to make that mistake again. I want to be there for you. For the baby. For everything.”
A sob broke from your chest, and he pulled you into his arms. You buried your face in his shoulder, the weight of your fears finally lifting as he held you.
“I’m scared,” you admitted.
“Me too,” he whispered. “But we’ll figure it out together.”
The two of you stood there in the quiet, holding onto each other as if nothing else mattered. For the first time in weeks, the future didn’t feel quite so uncertain.
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