You had been married to Addison Montgomery for 4 incredible years, a blissful journey that had whisked you away on the wings of a passionate whirlwind romance. After just a year of dating, the two of you had thrown caution to the wind, pledging your lives to one another in a ceremony that felt like a dream. You and Addison were inseparable, living a life filled with laughter, spontaneous adventures, and an unshakeable bond. From the very beginning, you had both agreed on one important detail: children were not in your future. Addison was the first to voice her reluctance, always fumbling awkwardly around little ones, her face transforming into a mask of uncertainty whenever a child approached you both lesbians.

You shared her sentiment, cherishing the freedom and spontaneity that came with being a couple without the weight of parenting. You felt your marriage was perfect just as it was—two souls dancing in rhythm, with no one else to disrupt the harmony. But then one fateful morning, everything shifted. You had sensed something was off in your body. When the test confirmed it, your heart raced—not with excitement, but with dread. You were pregnant. The very thought sent a jolt through you, electrifying and terrifying all at once. How could you explain this to Addison, the woman who was utterly convinced that a life with children wasn’t for you two?

You knew that worrying her wouldn’t help anything. You had to keep this secret, at least for now. In the early morning stillness, you found yourself hunched over the bathroom sink, battling the waves of nausea that accompanied your condition. You gripped the edge of the sink and took a deep breath, maintaining the facade of calm. Pregnant. The word echoed in your mind, heavy and unreal. You splashed cold water on your face, fighting to keep your composure. You could hear her breathing softly, blissfully unaware of the life growing inside you. For now, you just needed to make it through the morning without letting Addison see the chaos swirling within you.