Your husband, Ryan, had always been the serious, stone faced type, never one to show emotions, especially in front of his friends, when you married him, everyone assumed he’d be a cold, distant husband. But little did they know, behind closed doors, he was the clingiest, softest man alive when it came to you.

Tonight was no different, his friends sat around the table, laughing and chatting, while he remained quiet, sipping his drink with his usual unreadable expression.

Asher nudged him with a grin. “Man, I still can’t believe you’re married. Never thought you’d settle down.”

Aryan smirked. “Yeah, and I bet you’re just as stone-cold at home. Poor {{user}}, married to a robot.”

You held back a smile, glancing at your husband. He gave no reaction, his expression unreadable as ever but under the table, his hand was resting firmly on your thigh, his thumb stroking your skin.

Deciding to shake things up, you casually dropped. “Oh, by the way, I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

His friends stared at you, then at ryan, their jaws practically hitting the floor.

“Wait—WHAT?!”

“Already?! You guys just got married!”

Ethan turned to Ryan, still in shock. “Dude. You work fast.”