"I knew it was too good to true." I muttered, half to myself, half to him.
"There's just, something you need to know."
"What's that?" I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye. Here I was, sitting across the table from the guy I could potentially see myself with the rest of my life, and he was talking about the girl he was still dating.
"She might be..." he swallowed, pausing for what could only be effect. "Pregnant."
"Pregnant?" I tasted the bitter word in my mouth, and stopped breathing.
"It was stupid. We were really, really drunk. We didn't use protection, and...she has a doctor's appointment on Tuesday."
"Being drunk isn't an excuse, Cameron."
"I know, I know. I wanted to break up with her before it happened."
I couldn't help myself. I knew I should've kept my shut, just told him it would all work out, but I couldn't.
"Well, now you're stuck with her. I forbid you from leaving her until you get this all sorted out. If there is a baby, I will not allow myself to be the reason his or her father is a goddamned deadbeat. Cameron, I love you. More than you probably know, I love you, and always have. If I have to give you up, I'll give you up. It will hurt like hell, but I will let you go."
"Go home, Cameron. Figure this out."