— max & bambi
Bambi looked up to Max when he asked her if she was sure about it. He didn’t look to thrilled — perfect.
”Yeah. I took the test last night, when y’were out. Two of ‘em, to be sure. Definitely pregnant,” she confirmed. It could of been a fluke the first time — it wasn’t like she ever was regular to begin with. No body fat just lead to months with nothing, far from causing any alarm of a missed period. It shocked her more to have one than anything.
Placing a hand on her stomach, she looked to the television in front of them. “I think I want it.” Might as well be honest with it. “Startin’ a family sounds kinda nice, huh?”
Max knew this was the time for him to say something. He knew he had to admit to being infertile to her. It would be unfair to let her continue with this when he knows the kid is not his. What if she didn't want the kid if it wasn't his? But even though he knew it was the right thing to do, he couldn't bring himself to do it. She seemed so set on it, and he really didn't want to disappoint her.
So, he just nodded his head in agreement. Maybe she would want the baby anyway. She had to know there was a chance the baby wasn't his. But, he wouldn't dare bring it up. "Yeah. Sounds fun. I mean, it's a little early, but we can make it work. I'll get a more stable job or something..."











