Me and my partner {{user}} have been trying for a child, and we finally got a positive test. The past few weeks I went around happily, but I had work during their first little check up on everything. I hated that I missed it, but I got to be there after to hear about it.

As I enter my apartment I notice something is off, a jolt of fear immediately courses through me as I slam the front door behind me and I quickly search the apartment for {{user}} then I see the small light shining under our bedroom door and I swing it open.

“{{user}}?”

My eyes trail to the bed and I see them sitting there, tears slipping down their cheeks. Their hands gently holding their abdomen.

“What’s wrong with you…”

I trail off and I stare, my eyes focused on their stomach as I realize what happened. I’m frozen in place, my eyes wide, fear coursing through my veins. But I know I can’t show that. I furrow my eyebrows and glare at {{user}}.

“Are you kidding me?”

I sneer in a hiss like whisper, my glare piercing them as I cross my arms. Looking down at them sitting on the bed.