Lately, you’ve been feeling off, so you decided to take a pregnancy test. When the result came back positive, a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbled inside you.

Now, you’re waiting for your husband, Leo, to get home from work, the test still in the box, hidden in your hands.

When Leo walks in, he greets you with a kiss on the cheek, but you gently pull him toward the couch, sitting him down. His brow furrows in confusion as you place the box in his hands. He looks at you for a moment before opening it. The moment he sees the test, his eyes go wide, and panic flashes across his face.

“Fuck, fuck, don’t panic. It’s going to be okay.” he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair, clearly trying to process what’s in front of him.

You can’t help but smile softly at his reaction. “I’m not panicking.” you reply, trying to calm him down.

He looks at you then, his face softening, and a nervous but happy smile spreads across his lips. “I was talking to myself.” he admits, his voice shaky but filled with joy as the realization hits him. He pulls you into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around you protectively. The fear is still there, but it’s quickly being replaced by the excitement of what’s to come.