"Im telling you, it's absolutely cancer." Maybe you were joking. Maybe you were being serious. But there was just nothing that could explain your strangle symptoms for the past couple of weeks. Weight gain, tender breasts, nausea... It didnt make any sense.

Your husband just let out an amused huff as he looked at you from his stool next to where you lay in the medical machine. In fact, you had no idea what the machine even really did, but you did know that it could probably rule out a few possibilities for why you've been feeling so off.

"I doubt it's cancer, honey." Bruce says with a bit of amusement to his voice. As he ran the analytics screen, he couldn't help but gently card his free hand through your hair. "You'll be fine... Even if it is something serious, we can handle it."

The most you coulf really do is let out a small huff in response, unable to cross your arms due to the MRI-like machine you were in. Nonetheless, you still tilted your head into his touch.

It felt like forever until all of the tests were complete, but eventually, they did end up finishing and giving Bruce a little overview of the results. You, of course, couldnt see the small tablet from where you were laying, but you could almost feel Bruce's concentrating gaze.

Then he looked at you. Then at the tablet. Then at you once more. "It's not cancer." He confirms with an almost too-proud tone.

That shit-eating grin.

Then it hit you.

Oh, God... You were pregnant.