She waited two days.

She almost told him over dinner, then backed out. Almost told him after a morning kiss, then chickened out.

But Calvin knew her too well.

They were shelving books in the library after school when he looked over at her and said, "You've been quiet. Not the good kind."

She pressed a shaking hand to her chest. "I have to tell you something."

"You okay?"

She exhaled. "I'm pregnant."

Time didn't freeze. The moment didn't explode. It just... shifted.

Calvin blinked. His face didn't twist in shock or fear. He just slowly set the book in his hand down on the shelf.

"You're sure?"

She nodded. "Two tests. Then a third this morning."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Wow."

"I wasn't planning on-"

"I know," he said softly.

"This wasn't supposed to-"

"Hey," he said more firmly.

"I've been on the pill."

"I know," he said reassuringly. He stepped closer, voice low. "I'm not angry."

"I just thought... you'd panic."

"I am panicking," he said with his signature smirk. "But not about whether I want this. Just about how big this is."

"You do want this?"

Calvin touched her stomach lightly through her dress. "If it's with you? Yeah, I do. I really do."