You sat in your sunken bathtub, looking out at the forest called your backyard, watching the sun peak in as she finally started to rise.

This was your third time throwing up this week, and as your concerned boyfriend, Michael went to the nearest pharmacy for cold medicine and a pregnancy test, it had to be one or the other and he needed all bases covered.

“You know…you did always say you wanted kids-“

“Yeah, but not this soon.” You cut him off, turning your gaze towards his. It came back positive, and you were still trying to wrap your mind around just…the idea. Your biggest fear was being a baby mama and now the possibility was up by fifty percent, the other fifty is based on time. He loved you, you knew that, hence why he was also in the empty bathtub with you, but babies changed people.

“I don’t think I- we are ready…” Maybe you prayed too hard. You said you wanted to have his kids and be his wife but not in that order.

Michael was silent, mulling it over with him before looking back at you, “Then I guess we better get ready.” He lifted the hand that was interlaced with yours, placing a kiss on the back of your hand.