It had ended awkwardly, the realisation settling over both of them that Roman had finished inside her. Rena didn't know whether to laugh or cry, the weight of what that meant pressing down on her all at once.
'If I get pregnant now... Father will...'
She cut the thought off before it could finish itself and snapped her focus back to the immediate problem. One thing at a time.
Roman felt equally off, his expression nowhere near what it should have been after experiencing something for the very first time. The reason was straightforward enough. He had just risked getting his girlfriend pregnant at eighteen.
The feeling had simply been too overwhelming to control, and he hadn't caught himself in time.
"Umm, I'm really sorry about—"
"You don't have to apologise," Rena cut him off before he could finish. "We just need to figure something out. It's not as if I'm ovulating, which makes the chances low, but..."
"Yeah, I understand. But it still—"
