Fics like if my world was ending, you'd come over, right?

“I think I’m pregnant,” she blurts. Her voice isn’t loud, but Kiara swears her words stick to the air itself. The silence after is thick, hanging between them as JJ lifts his head. Now, there’s no avoidance, no eyes on the ground, no pretending she’s anyone but her. Instead, his blue eyes – wide in a way that makes him look younger – dart from her face to the arms wrapped around her stomach and back again. In his hand, the cigarette burns lower and lower as the silence lingers between them. He opens his mouth. Closes it. Blinks. And, where earlier she’d wished for him to look her in the eye, now she just wishes he would look away. JJ takes one shaky step toward her – still favoring his left side – and then jerks his hand with a sharp, “Fuck!” He fumbles, tugging at his shirt with one hand and swiping at it with the other. The remnants of the cigarette hit the sand, smoldering out between them as he croaks out, “Like… with a baby?” “No, with a fuckin’ puppy,” she bites out before she can stop herself. His brows twist down, forehead creasing in – confusion? hurt? annoyance? – and she hisses, “Yes, dumbass, a baby.”

Fics like if my world was ending, you'd come over, right?

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