Two lines…two goddamn pink lines. Your eyes widen as you stare down at this plastic stick? Pregnancy test! yes, right…

Your mind is so so foggy, you can’t even remember your name, you look up into the mirror your face is pale and as much as this is scary, a faint smile creeps onto your face. You glance at the screen of your phone, knowing your husband will be home in an hour you scramble thinking about ways to tell him but you decide on just telling him.

You stand by the door, watching him arrive through a window. He spots you and raises a brow, laughing softly. He opens the front door and takes off his balaclava. “Why are you being weird?” Simon smiled. Goddamnit the bastard knows you too well. “What happened love?” He comes up to you and wraps an arm around your waist, his hands coming to pat you ass, as always. “C’mon spill it mama.” He chuckled and kissed your lips.