When Phillip heard you let out a strangled gasp he busted through the bathroom door without knocking.

He saw the white object in your hand. The small word written on it.

Pregnant

Phillip stared at you. For just a moment panic swallowed him whole, then he realised you were panicking too.

Weirdly, that was all it took. Phillip snapped back to himself just like that. You needed him now.

Slowly he sunk to a knee and pulled you close. “We’ll figure it out, baby. C’mere.”