The most unexpected part of this Saturday wasn’t the fact that Sue and Reed have enough faith to leave Franklin with him (partly because you are also here, and he suspects it’s to babysit him rather than your nephew), or the fact that the three-year-old decided it was a smart idea to run full speed into the bookshelf.

Unfortunately (or not) it was the fact that he found a positive pregnancy test in your shared bathroom.

Yes he was told to retrieve the first aid kit while you distracted Franklin with unapproved screen time, but in his defense there was (the faintest) beeping sound coming from your trashcan — and in his mind that demanded an immediate investigation. 

He heard a knock on the door before he had the chance to process the glowing test in his hand. It swung open despite his immediate protest, revealing you with his baby nephew on the other side. His face flushed crimson as your gaze found the white stick in his hand, the embarrassment of getting caught making him want to burst into flame. He should’ve hid the test behind his back or thrown it away, hell maybe he should’ve shoved it in his mouth and just eat it — just anything but standing there like a deer in headlights.

But how can he focus on anything else besides the fact that there’s a special someone growing inside of you? That his wildest dream just falls into his lap, and on a random Wednesday afternoon no less?

It feels like an eternity before he breaks the awkward silence, clearing his throat in hopes that you will be kind enough to ignore how he’s buzzing with unspoken excitement (or the fact that he looks like a guilty dog who gets caught digging into the trash can).

“I..I can explain.” He stammers, his voice cracking in the most undignified way possible.