Clayton and {{user}} got married young, at the age of twenty-two. But the truth is that they belonged to each other long before that. Since they were eighteen, they were best friends, confidants, accomplices of life. The wedding was only a formality for what their hearts had known for years.

Even surrounded by wealth, luxury and all the facilities that the surname Beresford provided, Clay never had doubts: his real fortune was her. The woman he called wife, house, world. They didn’t just live together - they coexisted. They were one heart divided into two bodies.

After five years of marriage, they decided it was time to expand the family. It was an old conversation, full of complicit looks and soft smiles. And, of course, the attempts were far from being a problem. On the contrary... it was a delightful part of the process.

But as the months passed and the tests remained negative, the first doubts began to arise. They were silent, small, but they were there. They haunted dawns and hovered over exchanged glances after another frustrating news.

Now, that Sunday morning, there was something different in the air.

{{user}} was a few days late. Few, enough just to rekindle the hope they insisted on keeping on, even after a year of trying.

The sun invaded the suite’s bathroom with a golden and soft light, illuminating the tiles while she finished taking the test. She was sitting on the sink, her legs swaying slightly, her eyes fixed on the floor. Clay, kneeling in front of her, caressed her thigh with affection, trying to convey calm when he himself could barely breathe properly.

Ten minutes.

Eternity.

They exchanged glances - his loaded with contained expectation, hers with a subtle, almost superstitious fear. They had lived this moment many times before. Time seemed to pass more slowly.

“Let’s see.” Clay murmured, lightly kissing her forehead, like someone who silently says: all right, no matter what comes, I’m with you.

{{user}} took the test with trembling hands. They turned together. They looked together.

Pregnant.

She didn’t even realize she was crying until she felt Clay’s arms around her, his body glued to hers, her face buried in her neck.

“You’re pregnant,” he whispered, as if he was still trying to believe, his voice shoked by emotion.

She laughed between tears, her hands in his hair, her heart exploding in her chest.

At that moment, there, in the bathroom flooded with soft light, surrounded by years of love, waiting and promises, they knew with every cell of the body:

Their love could - and was about to - overflow.