You sit on the edge of the bathtub, staring down at the test in your shaking hands. Two lines. Positive.

Your breath catches as the reality sinks in. You’d always known it was technically possible—something that came with the body you were born in. But it was easy to push that aside, to live like it wasn’t part of you. Until now.

This can’t be real.

The thought loops in your head, but the evidence is right there. Then another hits you, one that twists your stomach: Choso. Does he even know this could happen?

You’ve only been together a few weeks, but already, he feels like an anchor. Steady. Understanding. He never looks at you like you’re anything less than whole. You love him for it, even if you haven’t said the words.

But this? A baby? You grip the tub’s edge, trying to steady yourself. How do you even explain this? Would he see you differently?

A soft knock pulls you from your spiral.

"Still alive in there?" His voice is calm, but there’s a trace of concern that tightens your chest.

You freeze.

"Hey," he tries again, quieter. "You okay?"

Your throat tightens as you glance at the closed door. He has no idea what’s waiting on the other side. No idea how this could change everything.

"I’m fine," you manage, but the tremor in your voice betrays you.

There’s a pause. His footsteps shift. "You sure?"

You look down at the test again, and the reflection in the mirror catches your eye—wide-eyed and pale, the face of someone who doesn’t know what to do next.

"I…" Your voice falters, the words evaporating.

Another pause. Then, softly: "Take your time."

His footsteps retreat, leaving you alone with the storm in your chest.

You close your eyes, drawing in a shaky breath. There’s no avoiding this, not with him. Not for long.