I GOT PREGNANT BY MY CRUSH’S TWIN – SEASON 2
EPISODE 1: THE RETURN
The rain had just stopped when Clara pushed the stroller across the cracked pavement of Silver Street. The smell of wet earth mixed with the distant sound of thunder rolling away. Everything felt different now—slower, quieter—but never peaceful.
Three months had passed since she gave birth to her daughter, Luna.
Three months since she graduated from Silver High.
Three months since Ethan Gray disappeared from town without saying goodbye.
Life had turned into a blur of sleepless nights, hushed gossip, and whispered pity. Liam tried—God, he really tried—to be the man she needed. He’d gotten a part-time job at the auto shop, stopped picking fights, even stayed sober for nearly two weeks straight. But every night when he held her, Clara still felt the distance between them. Like there were things neither of them could fix.
“Hey,” Liam called, jogging up beside her, his hair still damp from the drizzle. “You could’ve waited, you know.”
Clara gave a tired smile. “You were taking forever.”
He peered into the stroller, his grin softening. “She’s out cold. Guess she takes after her mom—never stops fighting sleep.”
Clara rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. Luna was tiny, beautiful, and perfect in ways that broke her heart. Every time she looked at her daughter, she saw the mess that brought her into the world—yet also the only thing keeping her standing.
They reached the café where Clara still worked part-time.
The sign flickered “Bean & Bloom” in faded neon, the same place she once hid behind the counter, sneaking glances at Ethan when he ordered coffee after practice. The memory stung like a paper cut—small but sharp.
“I’ll pick you up after your shift,” Liam said, brushing her cheek. “Maybe we could drive out to the lake after? You, me, and Luna.”
“That sounds nice,” she murmured, though her tone lacked conviction.
Liam hesitated, studying her face. “You don’t sound sure.”
“I’m just tired,” she lied, stepping toward the door.
“Right.” His voice faltered. “Tired.”
He walked away slowly, shoulders tense. Clara watched him disappear around the corner before taking a deep breath and pushing through the café door.
Inside, everything smelled of espresso and nostalgia. Mia—her best friend, now wearing the same green apron—beamed from behind the counter.
“Look who actually made it on time,” Mia teased.
Clara chuckled weakly. “Miracles happen.”
Mia’s smile faded a little as her eyes drifted to the stroller. “She’s getting so big.”
“Yeah,” Clara said softly. “She’s growing faster than I can catch my breath.”
For a moment, the two girls just stood there—one holding a baby bottle, the other holding back memories.
Then the bell above the door jingled.
Clara didn’t look up at first; she was too busy tying her apron. But the silence that followed—the way Mia froze mid-pour—made her glance over.
Her heart stopped.
Ethan Gray stood in the doorway.
Rain dripped from his jacket, his hair slightly longer, darker. He wasn’t wearing his school uniform anymore—just a black hoodie and jeans—but he looked even more grown, more distant. The quiet boy who once read novels at lunch was gone. In his place stood a man who carried storms in his eyes.
“Hey,” he said, voice low. “Long time.”
Clara’s throat went dry. “E-Ethan?”
He gave a small nod. “Yeah. Mind if I sit?”
Mia’s eyes darted between them, sensing the tension. “I’ll, uh, go check the storeroom,” she muttered and slipped away.
Clara swallowed hard. “What are you doing here?”
Ethan’s gaze flicked briefly to the stroller before meeting hers again. “Came back last night. Mom and Dad needed me home for a while. Figured I’d… say hi.”
“Hi?” she repeated, incredulous. “After months of disappearing? After everything that happened?”
He didn’t flinch. “I needed space, Clara. You and Liam—everything—it was too much.”
Her voice trembled. “You think it wasn’t for me?”
Silence. The only sound was Luna’s soft breathing and the hum of the coffee machine.
Finally, Ethan said, “She’s beautiful.”
Clara blinked. “What?”
“Your daughter.” His eyes softened, just a little. “She looks like you.”
The unexpected tenderness in his tone cracked something inside her. She wanted to stay angry, to demand why he left when she needed a friend most—but instead, she felt tears prick her eyes.
“Don’t,” she whispered. “Don’t do that. Don’t come back and act like you care now.”
Ethan leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “I never stopped caring, Clara. I just didn’t know how to stay.”
Her heart twisted painfully. She wanted to believe him, but belief was a luxury she’d run out of.
Then the café door opened again.
Liam.
He froze the moment he saw Ethan sitting there. His jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Ethan rose slowly, calm but unreadable. “Nice to see you too, bro.”
“What are you doing here?” Liam demanded.
“Grabbing coffee,” Ethan said coolly. “And checking on Clara.”
Liam laughed bitterly. “Checking on her? After vanishing like a coward?”
“Better than hiding behind excuses and pretending you’ve changed,” Ethan shot back.
The air thickened between them.
Two brothers. Two histories. One girl standing between.
“Stop,” Clara said sharply. “Not here.”
They ignored her.
Ethan took a step closer. “You think I didn’t see what you were doing to her before I left? The fights, the drinking, the way you talked to her like she was something you owned?”
Liam’s eyes darkened. “You don’t know a damn thing.”
“I know enough.”
Clara’s hands trembled. “Please, both of you—”
“Does she even know what you did?” Ethan interrupted, his voice suddenly sharper, colder. “Should I tell her?”
Liam’s face paled. “Shut up.”
Clara turned to him, heart hammering. “What’s he talking about?”
Liam looked away. “Nothing. He’s just trying to stir things.”
Ethan’s gaze burned. “Then tell her the truth yourself.”
For a moment, no one moved. Then Liam grabbed Clara’s wrist. “We’re leaving.”
“Liam—”
“Now,” he hissed.
Ethan’s voice followed them out. “She deserves to know what kind of person you really are.”
The door slammed behind them, the bell jingling violently.
Outside, the rain had started again. Liam’s grip loosened, but his eyes were wild.
“Don’t listen to him,” he muttered. “He’s just jealous. He’s always been jealous.”
“Of what?” Clara demanded. “Of ruining my life? Of the lies? What did he mean, Liam?”
He looked away, water dripping from his lashes. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me.”
For a second, she thought he might actually answer. But then Luna began to cry, the sound piercing the storm, and Liam turned away, running a hand through his hair.
“Let’s just go home,” he said quietly. “Please.”
Clara wanted to push him, scream at him, force him to tell her the truth—but the baby’s cries broke her resolve. So she nodded stiffly and followed him down the street.
But as she walked, one thought echoed in her mind, louder than the rain.
Ethan knew something. Something about Liam.
And whatever it was, it was only the beginning.
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TO BE CONTINUED....
EPISODE 1: THE RETURN
The rain had just stopped when Clara pushed the stroller across the cracked pavement of Silver Street. The smell of wet earth mixed with the distant sound of thunder rolling away. Everything felt different now—slower, quieter—but never peaceful.
Three months had passed since she gave birth to her daughter, Luna.
Three months since she graduated from Silver High.
Three months since Ethan Gray disappeared from town without saying goodbye.
Life had turned into a blur of sleepless nights, hushed gossip, and whispered pity. Liam tried—God, he really tried—to be the man she needed. He’d gotten a part-time job at the auto shop, stopped picking fights, even stayed sober for nearly two weeks straight. But every night when he held her, Clara still felt the distance between them. Like there were things neither of them could fix.
“Hey,” Liam called, jogging up beside her, his hair still damp from the drizzle. “You could’ve waited, you know.”
Clara gave a tired smile. “You were taking forever.”
He peered into the stroller, his grin softening. “She’s out cold. Guess she takes after her mom—never stops fighting sleep.”
Clara rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. Luna was tiny, beautiful, and perfect in ways that broke her heart. Every time she looked at her daughter, she saw the mess that brought her into the world—yet also the only thing keeping her standing.
They reached the café where Clara still worked part-time.
The sign flickered “Bean & Bloom” in faded neon, the same place she once hid behind the counter, sneaking glances at Ethan when he ordered coffee after practice. The memory stung like a paper cut—small but sharp.
“I’ll pick you up after your shift,” Liam said, brushing her cheek. “Maybe we could drive out to the lake after? You, me, and Luna.”
“That sounds nice,” she murmured, though her tone lacked conviction.
Liam hesitated, studying her face. “You don’t sound sure.”
“I’m just tired,” she lied, stepping toward the door.
“Right.” His voice faltered. “Tired.”
He walked away slowly, shoulders tense. Clara watched him disappear around the corner before taking a deep breath and pushing through the café door.
Inside, everything smelled of espresso and nostalgia. Mia—her best friend, now wearing the same green apron—beamed from behind the counter.
“Look who actually made it on time,” Mia teased.
Clara chuckled weakly. “Miracles happen.”
Mia’s smile faded a little as her eyes drifted to the stroller. “She’s getting so big.”
“Yeah,” Clara said softly. “She’s growing faster than I can catch my breath.”
For a moment, the two girls just stood there—one holding a baby bottle, the other holding back memories.
Then the bell above the door jingled.
Clara didn’t look up at first; she was too busy tying her apron. But the silence that followed—the way Mia froze mid-pour—made her glance over.
Her heart stopped.
Ethan Gray stood in the doorway.
Rain dripped from his jacket, his hair slightly longer, darker. He wasn’t wearing his school uniform anymore—just a black hoodie and jeans—but he looked even more grown, more distant. The quiet boy who once read novels at lunch was gone. In his place stood a man who carried storms in his eyes.
“Hey,” he said, voice low. “Long time.”
Clara’s throat went dry. “E-Ethan?”
He gave a small nod. “Yeah. Mind if I sit?”
Mia’s eyes darted between them, sensing the tension. “I’ll, uh, go check the storeroom,” she muttered and slipped away.
Clara swallowed hard. “What are you doing here?”
Ethan’s gaze flicked briefly to the stroller before meeting hers again. “Came back last night. Mom and Dad needed me home for a while. Figured I’d… say hi.”
“Hi?” she repeated, incredulous. “After months of disappearing? After everything that happened?”
He didn’t flinch. “I needed space, Clara. You and Liam—everything—it was too much.”
Her voice trembled. “You think it wasn’t for me?”
Silence. The only sound was Luna’s soft breathing and the hum of the coffee machine.
Finally, Ethan said, “She’s beautiful.”
Clara blinked. “What?”
“Your daughter.” His eyes softened, just a little. “She looks like you.”
The unexpected tenderness in his tone cracked something inside her. She wanted to stay angry, to demand why he left when she needed a friend most—but instead, she felt tears prick her eyes.
“Don’t,” she whispered. “Don’t do that. Don’t come back and act like you care now.”
Ethan leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “I never stopped caring, Clara. I just didn’t know how to stay.”
Her heart twisted painfully. She wanted to believe him, but belief was a luxury she’d run out of.
Then the café door opened again.
Liam.
He froze the moment he saw Ethan sitting there. His jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Ethan rose slowly, calm but unreadable. “Nice to see you too, bro.”
“What are you doing here?” Liam demanded.
“Grabbing coffee,” Ethan said coolly. “And checking on Clara.”
Liam laughed bitterly. “Checking on her? After vanishing like a coward?”
“Better than hiding behind excuses and pretending you’ve changed,” Ethan shot back.
The air thickened between them.
Two brothers. Two histories. One girl standing between.
“Stop,” Clara said sharply. “Not here.”
They ignored her.
Ethan took a step closer. “You think I didn’t see what you were doing to her before I left? The fights, the drinking, the way you talked to her like she was something you owned?”
Liam’s eyes darkened. “You don’t know a damn thing.”
“I know enough.”
Clara’s hands trembled. “Please, both of you—”
“Does she even know what you did?” Ethan interrupted, his voice suddenly sharper, colder. “Should I tell her?”
Liam’s face paled. “Shut up.”
Clara turned to him, heart hammering. “What’s he talking about?”
Liam looked away. “Nothing. He’s just trying to stir things.”
Ethan’s gaze burned. “Then tell her the truth yourself.”
For a moment, no one moved. Then Liam grabbed Clara’s wrist. “We’re leaving.”
“Liam—”
“Now,” he hissed.
Ethan’s voice followed them out. “She deserves to know what kind of person you really are.”
The door slammed behind them, the bell jingling violently.
Outside, the rain had started again. Liam’s grip loosened, but his eyes were wild.
“Don’t listen to him,” he muttered. “He’s just jealous. He’s always been jealous.”
“Of what?” Clara demanded. “Of ruining my life? Of the lies? What did he mean, Liam?”
He looked away, water dripping from his lashes. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me.”
For a second, she thought he might actually answer. But then Luna began to cry, the sound piercing the storm, and Liam turned away, running a hand through his hair.
“Let’s just go home,” he said quietly. “Please.”
Clara wanted to push him, scream at him, force him to tell her the truth—but the baby’s cries broke her resolve. So she nodded stiffly and followed him down the street.
But as she walked, one thought echoed in her mind, louder than the rain.
Ethan knew something. Something about Liam.
And whatever it was, it was only the beginning.
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TO BE CONTINUED....
