The morning smelled of fresh coffee and burnt bread. Johnny was wearing a sweatshirt, messy hair, leaning over the kitchen counter, trying to assemble two toasts worthy of breakfast while drumming his fingers on the top, looking at the laundry door.

"I swear I don't understand how you can fold these towels like that," he grumbled, speaking loud enough to be heard from the other room. "It looks like origami. Towel-gami."

On the other side, {{user}} laughed softly, nervously, her hands shaking a little while fixing the small package on top of the kitchen counter: a kraft paper envelope, a white baby outfit with the number 13 on the back - Johnny's number in the team - and, right in the center, the positive pregnancy test.

She left the laundry with her hair still tied up anyway and her blouse from veterinary college. He turned to look at her, still with a piece of bread in his hand, and frowned when he noticed her expression.

"What's up? Did Jagger eat your sock again?"

"No..." she replied, meely, with a mischievous smile. "I have a gift for you."

Johnny dropped the bread on the plate, suspicious. "Today is not my birthday. Not even Christmas. We didn't agree on anything. Wait, is it our wedding anniversary? Because if it is, I swear that—”

"It's nothing like that," {{user}} said, pushing the package down the bench to him.

He opened slowly, his eyes narrowed with curiosity... until they stopped at the little white bodysuit.

Silence.

Johnny took the outfit with big hands, the number 13 highlighted, and then the pregnancy test fell from the envelope, gently hitting the wood.

His eyes widened.

"You—?" He looked at her, then at the test, then again at the outfit. "Is this serious?"

{{user}} just nodded, watery eyes. "Very serious."

Johnny took two wide steps, crossing the kitchen and grabbing his wife by the waist, lifting her off the floor as if it were absolutely nothing.

"FUCK," he said, laughing, his face buried in her neck. "Are we going to have a baby? A Little Kavanagh? Fuck, love..."

She laughed too, with tears flowing now. "Are you happy?"

"'I'm—? Love, I am— of course I'm happy! We're going to have a baby! Like, a little human being of ours! And he will use thirteen. And he's going to be fucking handsome, just like his mother."

She laughed, biting her lip. "Or her."

Johnny let go of her just to look into her eyes and hold her face between his hands. "I love you so much, you know? Like... I already loved you too much before, but now— now there's a bonus of you growing up in there. I'm..."

He stopped. The blue eyes filled with water. And he smiled.

"...I'm the happiest man in the world."