After the night spent together and Franny being sick, Atlas had halfway expected the same fate for himself, but it never came. Instead, he spent the next few days wondering what had happened and why he hadn’t gotten sick himself. It was as if the universe was playing some kind of cruel trick on him though, because he as went to clean out the bathroom, a pregnancy test fell from a bag. On it was two blue lines, which according to the side of the stick, meant that the taker of the test was pregnant. Seeing as she was the only person in his bathroom other than himself, well, it just made sense. He’d plucked up the test with the sandwich baggie, careful as he shoved it in his jacket pocket and headed over to the woman’s home. Things had been going well, but this? This seemed unfair, as was her silence on the matter.
Knuckles fell against the front door frame and when she pulled it open, he wasted no time to pull the baggie from his pocket and hold it up. “Think you might’ve left something at my place. C’mon Fran, were you really not going to tell me?” From what he could assume, maybe it was with the guy she’d met in New York. It was just like their luck to hook up with someone a few times, only for it to end in a pregnancy. “It’s that New York guy, isn’t it? Is that why you didn’t wanna tell me?” He’d barely stopped talking since she’d opened the door, but he was stuck in a panic and didn’t know how to pull himself out of it. “What are you gonna do?”