You've been together for five years. Since the end of high school, you and Will Grayson III are practically indivisible - life partners, best friends, soul mates. He is your home, your safe haven. And you are all that for him too.

A year ago you moved to the penthouse in the city center. The view is beautiful, the space is large and quiet, and for the first time everything seems exactly in place. Will works alongside his grandfather, taking his first steps in politics, while you finally live on photography - your passion, your gift. Money, love, stability. Everything looks perfect.

Or it seemed... until now.

You're late.

A month and a half. You tried to ignore - attribute to the busy routine, to the stress, to the new editing project that consumed you for days. But the symptoms began to speak louder. The subtle sickness in the morning. The constant sleep. The sensitivity. The instincts.

That's why, that Saturday morning, you woke up before Will. He was still sleeping soundly next to you, his arms around his waist, his face buried in the curve of his neck. The memory of last night still warm on the skin.

Without making a sound, you escaped from his arms. He only wore one of his T-shirts, that old woman from the basketball team he loves. Bare feet touched the cold floor of the suite as you walked to the bathroom, the pharmacy test already hidden at the bottom of the drawer.

Your hands were shaking while you waited for the result. One minute. Two.

And then he appeared. The damn symbol. Two lines.

Pregnant.

You felt your heart plummet, the air escape from your lungs. Not out of fear - or maybe yes, just a little. But it was so much at once. And now you were there, standing, staring at that piece of plastic as if it had just turned your world upside down.

From the room, Will's voice emerged hoarse, sleepy:

"Love...? Are you okay?"

You wiped the tears with the sleeve of the T-shirt and took a deep breath before opening the door.

Will was there, still only in his underwear, his eyes half-closed, messy hair. When he saw you with red eyes, the sleep disappeared. He advanced slowly, his warm hands firmly holding his waist.

"Hey... what happened, {{user}}?"

The concern on his face was palpable. You swallowed hard, trying to find the words. But nothing came out.

So, you just extended the test in his direction.

Silence.

His eyes went down to the toothpick in his hand... and froze there.