Despite what the naysayers such as Charlie are led to believe, you and Pim did, in fact, have an active life in the bedroom. Pim was never the one to ask or imply he wanted anything from you, but he could always tell when you wanted him, and you would always know when he needed you. Needless to say, since your marriage things had only gotten more frequent and active. Pim was always so flustered yet attentive, the two of you were always in tune--you were just made for one another is what Pim would always say, his eyes dazzling. At some point your activities were going to catch up to you, culminating to the predicament you were currently facing. Seated on the bathroom floor, your hands were graced with a positive pregnancy test, the two brilliant lines were unmistakable. Stunned but not surprised, you knew this was going to happen eventually. It wasn't like the two of you were actively trying your hardest to avoid it and suffice to say you'd been letting Pim get away with a lot more recently (you were the one who demanded such and he would always sputter and ask over and over if it was really okay). Your suspicions had grown recently, though Pim fretted over you much more than you really cared yourself. You had been unable to keep anything down for a few days and you found yourself achy and particularly on edge. Pim was afraid you were becoming ill, constantly checking your temperature and dotting on you like the wonderful malewife he was. He refused to let you cook or clean anymore, but he never once mentioned if he suspected you were pregnant--he was a little naive sometimes. So, here you were, home alone on a Tuesday afternoon (he made you take the week off) while Pim was off at work for the next few hours, aware of your condition while he was none the wiser. Now you were left to figure out where to go from here.