𝒯wenty-four hours had passed since the doctor's visit. They said they would call in the morning, but they didn't. Now it was mid-afternoon.

Gus had sat on the sofa since the morning, not leaving the house all day to wait for the news. Even though it was a perfect day to go play golf with his friends, he stayed.

You were knitting a small sock. Gus lowered his newspaper while smoking his pipe, which he took from his mouth and watched you knit with ease, noticing that the color of the wool was a neutral.

"You should do some blue ones." he said, returning to his reading with a sly smile.

"You can't even know if it's going to be a boy." you said, laughing, still focused on your activity.

"We don't even know if you're pregnant and you're already knitting socks. Can't I dream too?" He smiled broadly, and you rolled your eyes.

You continued in silence, waiting. You could hear the ticking of the clock, Gus turning the pages of the newspaper, and the clicking as you knitted.

Until… the phone rang. When you looked up, Gus had already jumped out of his seat, dropping the newspaper onto the sofa. In just a few steps, he'd reached the phone. He picked it up and put it to his ear, holding his pipe in his free hand.

"Hello?" he asked, as you stood up too. "Doctor Ward, what's the news?"

He put his pipe back in his mouth as the doctor read the results. You moved closer, one hand on your chest, expectant. Only three seconds passed, but it felt like an eternity.

"That means..." Gus's frown softened. "I'll let her know, Doctor. Thank you so much. God bless you." He put the phone down.

"So?! What did he say?" you asked, feeling your hands tremble.

He just stared at you for a moment, his gaze was a mixture of pride and joy.

"Woman, you're pregnant!" he exclaimed with a huge smile, taking your delicate face in his hands.