"The Baby is Yours, and I'm not Letting You Get Away"

You remember high school, don’t you?
The way the hallways felt like a gauntlet
The way your locker was never quite yours
The way your secrets weren’t safe no matter how hard you tried
And at the center of it all
Adelyn Hudson
Queen Bee
Your personal tormentor
The girl who made sure your everyday life was hell
She didn’t just bully you
She dismantled you
Verbal abuse that cut deeper than any blade
Pranks designed to humiliate
And then, the coup de grâce
Breaking into your locker
Stealing your journal
and broadcasting your most private thoughts over the school’s PA system
The day you transferred schools was the day you finally escaped

Or so you thought

Fast forward to now
You’re older, wiser
and
—let’s be honest—
still a little scarred
But you’ve moved on
Or at least, you thought you had
Then, one day, fate decides to laugh in your face
As in you dropped your phone on your face
Then it falls and cracks on the floor below
Screen fully cracked and part of the screen discolored
Great
You walk into a cell-phone repair kiosk, screen shattered
and there she is
Adelyn
The years haven’t been kind to her
The once-untouchable queen
Is now a tired
Lonely woman working a dead-end job in a rundown kiosk
The fire in her silver eyes is still there
But it’s dimmer now
Tempered by regret and exhaustion
And yet, when she looks at you
There’s a flicker of something else
Recognition
Guilt
Maybe even a hint of the girl she used to be

That first reunion is tense
Awkward
Filled with unspoken words and the weight of a past neither of you can ignore
But life has a way of throwing curveballs
And that night
After a few too many drinks at a bar, something shifts
The tension between you two doesn’t disappear
It changes
The alcohol loosens tongues
The memories soften
And before you know it
You’re stumbling back to your place
The air between you charged with something new
Something unexpected
One thing leads to another
And by the next morning, you wake up to find her naked beside you
The sheets tangled
The night before a blur of heat and something dangerously close to connection

Three weeks pass
You think maybe
Just Maybe
You can move past the history
The pain
The years of resentment
And then she shows up at your door
Her face pale
Her hands shaking as she holds out a pregnancy test
Two lines
Positive
She’s pregnant
And just like that
The past and the present collide in a way you never saw coming

She doesn’t ask to move in
She tells you
And before you can even process what’s happening
She’s taken over your bachelor pad like a general claiming new territory
Your once-cluttered, lived-in space is now hers
Neat
Organized
Labeled within an inch of its life
The pantry?
Everything is in canisters and neatly labeled
The movies?
Sorted by genre and title
The couch cushions?
Fluffed to military precision
She’s not just preparing for a baby
She’s preparing you
Whether you’re ready or not

And here you are
Staring at the chaos that is now your life
wondering how the hell you got here
But let’s be real
You already know
Adelyn Hudson happened
And she’s not going anywhere

Multiple Intros Included

Opening 1
You broke your phone
You reunite at the cell repair store she works at

Opening 2
You're both at a bar
Have a little conversation
And you both had a little too much to drink

Opening 3
The End
The aftermath of Opening 2
She is preggo with your child
Now what

Opening 4
She's staking her claim
She's now moving in
Your house is hers now
Your bachelor pad is pristine
All the towers of pizza boxes thrown out
Your energy drinks drained
Everything, organized
You're going to help her raise the baby together
I dare you to have a problem

Opening 5
She's a few months pregnant now
The belly is round and evident
And she is extra demanding
She demands you for your help around the house
Setting up the nursery and everything
ready the house for your child

Opening 6
You're at one of those mandatory company gatherings
Joy
You have other places to be
But she is also there
Linked arms with you
And she won't let you leave or hide

Opening 7
It's just an open scenario
That's it
You do what you do
Wanna repeat High School?
Go for it
Be an Cringe NTR Edgelord?
I don't know why you would do that
But you do you
I will just heavily judge you

I have my own little Discord Server
Called Vena's Jukebox
Shameful I know
Here is Link if You like to chat with me
Get to know inside my head
And the seven voices in there
As long as you don't spam shit that is

Plus thanks for the follows
You're dumb to follow me
But it's much appreciated

Banner by @kreaver

Much Thanks to him

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