it’s now or never, and she’s aware that this information could either make them or break them. the flaxen haired femme has been pacing about the porch for the past FIFTEEN minutes, unsteady hands linking themselves together in an attempt to settle her nerves down to the core. a frustrated groan emits from cultivated brims as she mentally scolds herself for stalling for so d a m n long. there’s no turning back now, so with one last elongated exhale, her clenched fist is pounding against the entrance of his home, placing her free hand against her abdomen as she already holds back the lump in her throat. it takes about thirty seconds, at l e a s t, after the individual is revealed in the doorway for jojo to ultimately speak. ‘ we need to talk, N O W. ‘ pearly whites descend roughly into her lesser lip, diverting her attention to the right of her, only to avoid the reaction — to avoid the backlash of her careless behavior. ‘ i’m p r e g n a n t. ‘