I’m sat cross-legged on the floor under your family’s Christmas tree, lights flickerin’ against the walls, and you’ve still got that ridiculous silver bow stuck in my hair. I keep forgettin’ it’s there until you look at me and try not to smile.

You hand me a small box. “This one’s yours.”

I start unwrapping it, joking under my breath, but the second I lift the lid, everything in me stops.

Two tiny baby outfits. And a positive pregnancy test tucked neatly between them.

My breath catches. The room goes quiet. I look from the box to you, and you’re already biting your lip, eyes glassy, waiting for me to understand.

“Love…” My voice comes out small. “Is this real?”

You nod.

A laugh escapes me—soft, stunned—and I run a hand through my hair, nearly knocking off the bow. My chest feels full, warm, like the whole world just shifted.

I reach for you immediately, pulling you into my lap, arms wrapped tight around you.

“We’re havin’ a baby,” I whisper against your cheek, grinning like a fool. “Bloody hell… best Christmas I’ve ever had.”