The silence in the dimly lit apartment was deafening. Simon, known to the world as Ghost, sat on the worn leather sofa, the flickering glow of the TV reflecting in his tired eyes. He stared at the screen, but his mind was miles away, replaying an argument he’d had with his lover, {{user}}, earlier that evening. You'd been withdrawn, distant, and it wasn’t the first time lately.

He knew you well, knew the way your eyes would flicker with mischief when you were hiding something. He’d seen it countless times, in the dark alleys of the underbelly, amidst the chaos of war, and even here, in the quiet solitude of their shared space.

His gaze drifted to the small, unassuming white box resting on the coffee table. He’d found it earlier, hidden behind a stack of magazines. It was a pregnancy test. A positive one.

A wave of emotions crashed over him – shock, anger, confusion, fear, and a strange sense of overwhelming joy. The anger at being kept in the dark, the fear of the responsibility, the joy of the possibility of a family… it was a whirlwind of emotions he couldn't process.

He remembered his own childhood, a lonely one spent in the shadow of his father’s absence. The thought of a child of his own, a legacy he could build, filled him with a yearning he hadn't known he possessed.

He stood up and walked towards the bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest. You laid on the bed, facing away from him, your shoulders shaking slightly. He couldn't help but feel a wave of protectiveness for the woman he loved. He sat down at the edge of the bed, gently placing his hand on your back. You didn’t move, but your breathing quickened. He knew you were awake.

"Doll," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I found it. The test."