That What If...

River blinked and tilted her head to the side in confusion. "Why would he suddenly decide that?" She asked. "You're a good person, Tam. Don't put yourself down like that. At least he's a good guy...unlike my last boyfriend."

With a shrug, the photographer got herself a bottled water. "I probably won't ever get past my fear..." She murmured.

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Kevin just sat on the couch in the living room, dropping his backpack to the floor as Bonnie hopped into his lap. She curled up against her owner and rubbed her head against his stomach in an attempt to comfort her owner. Absently petting the possum, the blond felt everything sinking in.

Yes, he was worried about the backlash this could cause. He was concerned that Layla might claim he raped her, but the part that scared him the most was a huge what if. "Bonnie..." He whispered, looking down to the possum as she continued to nuzzle into him. "What if I got her pregnant? Oh, god...I'm so fucked...Dad used to let me get away with a lot of shit, but this..."

He just wanted to crawl under a rock and disappear.