When Anthony know about Amber Pregnancy issue😱 Full Skit BELOW👇

Amber: "We need to talk. It’s important. Can you come over?"

His heart thumped.

He replied instantly.

Anthony: "On my way."

Throwing on a hoodie and grabbing his keys, Anthony bolted out into the rain.

Amber lived just 10 minutes away, but every traffic light seemed determined to stall him. His mind raced with possibilities. Was she breaking up with him? Did something happen to her family? Had he done something wrong?

When he arrived, she was already waiting at the door. She looked tired. Pale. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her hands trembled slightly as she opened the door.

“Hey,” she said softly.

Anthony stepped inside. “Amber, what’s going on?”

She didn’t speak at first. Instead, she motioned for him to sit. The room was unusually quiet—no music, no TV, just the ticking of the clock.

Then she took a deep breath and said it.

"Anthony, I’m pregnant."

The Silence

For a moment, Anthony didn’t react.

It was like the words hadn’t registered. His eyes blinked slowly, searching her face for signs of a joke, a prank, anything that might suggest this wasn’t real.

But Amber wasn’t smiling.

“Wait… What?” he finally whispered.

Amber nodded, holding back tears. “I found out last week. I didn’t know how to tell you. I was scared… I’m still scared.”

The room spun. Anthony stood up and started pacing.

“You’re… sure?”

“I’ve taken three tests. I went to the clinic yesterday. I’m about 7 weeks.”

He stopped and looked at her, his expression unreadable.

The Explosion 😱

“Amber, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he asked, his voice rising—not in anger, but confusion, maybe even fear.

“I was trying to figure out what to do. I didn’t know how you’d react.”

Anthony ran his hands through his hair. “You didn’t think I had a right to know?”

She stood too now, her own frustration building. “Of course you had a right to know! But I also have the right to process this, Anthony! I didn’t even know how I felt about it, let alone how to explain it to you!”

The thunder rumbled outside, as if echoing the storm inside.

The Breakdown

Finally, Anthony stopped pacing. He looked at her—really looked at her.

She was terrified.

So was he.

But deep underneath the panic, the confusion, and the chaos, he also felt something else: responsibility.

He stepped forward slowly and reached for her hand.

“We’ll figure this out,” he said softly.

Amber’s eyes filled with tears. “You mean that?”

He nodded. “I’m not going to pretend I’m not freaking out right now… but I’m not going to run. We’re in this together, right?”

She broke down then, and he held her as the rain poured harder outside. The two of them stood in the middle of a storm—literally and metaphorically—but somehow, in that moment, they weren’t alone anymore.

Epilogue: The Beginning of Everything

Over the next few weeks, things weren’t easy.

There were doctor visits, difficult conversations with family, long nights of uncertainty, and moments where both of them questioned everything.

But Anthony showed up. Again and again.

Not perfectly. Not always calmly.

But he stayed.

Because that night—the night he found out about Amber’s pregnancy—wasn’t just a shocking revelation.