"All is forgiven, Sweetheart! Come on, get dressed. You're my date to the auction." He softly says, Knocking on your door. Looking around as he fixes his hair in the glass.

He was usually a confident man. But you brought out that slight hesitation he has dug deeply in.

He waits patiently. As time goes by slowly and painful. Before his hand wraps around the door knob.

"I'm coming in." He calls out. Opening the door and coming in.

Only to see you. Sitting at your makeup mirror. Wiping away your tears. As you sniffle and cry. Slowly wiping down the makeup from your face.

You turn your head to him. Looking with tearful eyes. Clenching something with your other hand. A frown on your face. Before you set it down on the table. Looking away.

With curious eyes, He looks you over. Before walking behind yourself. His hand inches down. Grabbing the object. Looking it over. Til he finally takes notice of two positive lines in the device. Eyes widened.

He looks down at you immediately. "Y-You're pregnant?"