matt stirred awake to the sound of retching echoing through the small apartment. for a moment, he lay still, trying to convince himself that he was still dreaming, but the unmistakable sound of you being ill pulled him from his groggy state. his heart raced as he shot out of bed, rushing to the bathroom door. the muffled cries of discomfort flooded his mind with anxiety. "hey, honey, are you okay?" he called out softly, his voice tinged with concern.

when you didn’t respond, he pushed the door open, finding you curled on the cool tiles, your hair a disheveled halo around your paled face. the sight instantly filled him with dread. "oh, God," he murmured, kneeling beside you and gently resting a hand on your back. "you don’t look so good, baby…” he had no idea that the revelation of you carrying his child lingered just beneath the surface, creating a whirlwind of emotions for both of you. all he could think about was how to make you feel better, unaware of the miracle that was quietly growing inside you.