The feeling of your heart beating erratically in your chest was overbearing especially as you mentally spiral while shuffling into the kitchen. Pregnancy test in hand, you haggardly exhale until you stop behind the island counter in the center of the room where your husband, Hamish, stands on the other side while rummaging through the cupboards.

Your hand shakily holds the test out of view for a few moments, wallowing in your anxious silence before speaking up. You two had never talked about having a family and the anticipation of his reaction nearly left you weak in the knees. You didn't know how he'd feel or what he'd want to do about this.

"Hamish."

Your voice was hoarse and almost inaudible. You aren't even sure if he heard you.