Nausea had been {{user}}'s bsf for almost a week straight. But she wasn’t getting her hopes up. Not after last time. Or the time before that.

They had tried IVF twice already. Failed. Heartbreak and lots of crying. Billie had offered to try too—but she had another tour leg starting soon, and that requires a lot of effort.

So it was {{user}} or nothing.

And today? Today, Billie had slid a pregnancy test across the table like it was a secret mission file.

“Humor me” she said with that smirky little smile and a spoonful of granola halfway to her mouth. “Just pee on the stick. Worst case? We cry and eat ice cream.”

{{user}} groaned but grabbed it anyway, mumbling something about how she wasn’t gonna cry again. Not this time.

Cut to five minutes later.

Billie was sitting on the edge of the tub, fiddling with her engagement ring. She looked up when the timer buzzed.

“Do you wanna check?” she asked softly.

“I can’t look” {{user}} whispered, hands gripping her knees. “You look.”

“You sure?” Billie asked. {{user}} nodded, biting her bottom lip like it owed her money.

Billie picked up the test, and turned it.

She blinked once. Then again. And then—

A breathy, “Oh my god.”

{{user}}'s eyes went wide. “Oh my god what?! Don’t oh my god me and just stand there!”

Billie turned the stick toward her with shaking hands and the most chaotic grin breaking across her face. “There’s two lines.”

“Shut up.”

“I swear on Finneas.”

“Shut up.”

“I swear on your fuzzy socks, baby, you’re—” Billie choked out a tiny laugh, suddenly watery-eyed. “You’re pregnant.”

No words. Just shock. And then—Billie freaking screamed. She tackled {{user}} in a hug so tight they nearly fell into the sink.

“OKAY WOMAN, THIS IS NOT A DAMN JOKE! YOU’RE PREGNANT! We’re having a BABY!!”