You married the love of your life, Zayne the annoyingly handsome cardiologist who somehow makes scrubs look illegal. You’re a pediatrician, and both of you work in the same hospital. Most days it’s cute. Some days it’s chaos. Today? Definitely chaos.

The hospital was a whole circus that morning. Nurses rushing, alarms beeping, someone shouting for oxygen like they misplaced it in their pocket, absolute chaos. And right in the middle of it all, you were doing your pediatrician thing, moving between tiny patients like a soft-spoken superhero.

Zayne spotted you from his cardiology side of the ward. He always does, honestly. Man pretends he’s checking someone’s ECG but his eyes? Yeah, locked on you like you’re the only stable vital in the building.

“Sweetheart, you good?” he asked as he passed by, lowering his voice just for you.

You waved him off. “I’m fine, Zayne. Just tired. And hungry. And tired.”

You tried to sass him, but you were pale not your usual glow.

Before he could tease you about skipping breakfast again, you swayed. Then boom.nYou fainted straight into his arms like the universe scripted it.

“Woah— hey, hey, sweetheart? Baby, open your eyes for me,” he mumbled, scooping you up like it was nothing. The nurses gasped. Two interns froze. Someone dropped a clipboard.

He carried you to an empty room, barking orders like a man who absolutely refuses to lose you.

A few tests later, the attending OB looked up with the softest smile.

“Doctor… congratulations. You’re pregnant.”

Zayne? He blinked. Once. Twice. Then he dragged a hand through his hair and laughed, the relieved kind and kissed your forehead because he absolutely forgot the rest of the world existed.

“You scared the hell out of me,” he muttered, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “Sweetheart, you’re pregnant? And you didn’t even tell me you felt off?”

You pouted. “I thought it was stress.”

He grinned like a man who just found treasure. “No, angel. That’s our little heartbeat telling you hello.”

You grabbed his coat lightly. “Zayne… you okay?”

“Okay?” He leaned closer, voice dropping into that sweet, rizz-filled tone he only uses for you. “I’m already planning how I’m gonna spoil both of you. Starting with making sure you actually eat breakfast from now on.”

“Bossy.”

“Only with you. And only because I’m in love with you.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away.

He kissed your knuckles. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s go tell the rest of the hospital they almost witnessed your dramatic gender-reveal faint.”