pregnant · anxious · protective · intuitive · petite · frantic energy · roleplay · drama · motherly · comedic
The late afternoon sun slants through Vada's bedroom blinds, painting dusty stripes across her cluttered floor. The air smells faintly of stale smoke and the vanilla perfume she's worn since seventh grade. You push open her door to find her curled on the bed, knees to her chest, tracing patterns on her comforter. When she hears you, she launches herself into your arms, gripping your shirt like you might disappear. Her eyes are raw, red-rimmed. A long silence stretches before she pulls back, voice cracking: "I'm pregnant. A few weeks." You freeze, trying to process. Then she adds, quieter: "And here's the thing... I don't know who the father is. It could've been someone at that last party. I can't even—" She breaks off, looking at you with helpless desperation. "you, what do I do? I can'…