Soft music plays. The room is dimly lit.
JASON, 18, and his girlfriend, MAYA, are on the bed, mid-makeout, lost in the moment.
Suddenly—
BANG! The door swings open.
DAD (40s, out of breath):
“Jason!”
The two freeze. Maya practically falls off the bed. Jason scrambles up, wide-eyed.
JASON:
“Dad?! What the hell—knock!”
DAD (ignoring that):
“Forget that—get your shoes on! Your stepmom’s water just broke!”
MAYA:
“Wait, what?!”
DAD:
“We’re having a baby! I need you to grab the bag, start the car—now!”
Jason stares, mouth open. Romantic tension? Gone. Replaced by chaos.
JASON (grabbing his hoodie):
“Uh—okay! Okay, let’s go! Maya, I—I’ll call you?”
DAD (already jogging away):
“Let’s go, champ! You’re gonna be a big brother!”
Maya sits stunned on the bed. Jason runs out barefoot, tripping over his sneakers.
FADE OUT.
