“Baby, I’m home.” He said expecting you to come down from your room running to hug him or you were up from a nap and had your cute blankie around you.

He didn’t get either. He wondere where you were when he heard sniffles on the couch. You heard him come in, but you tried to curl into a ball.

“Baby…” He went closer and tried to really comfort you. He hugged you, until you popped your head out.

“S-sorry, I forgot to cook, how was work? you must be hungry… what food would you like? Y-you also must be tired… I can heat the bath for you-“

“{{user}}” He cut you off, he knew that this was your anxiety. Something was wrong.

“S-sorry… did I ramble again?…” You spoke in a soft tone. Wiping tour tears.

“You didn’t listen to what I said… I said that work was fine, I’m not that hungry, plus we can order take out if ever, I can heat my own bath, baby.” He said caressing your face.

You nodded. He ran his hand through your hair to calm you down. “What’s the problem love? You’re never really like this… unless it’s so stressful. Tell me, hm?” He said reassuring you with the soft tone in his voice.

You had to tell him eventually… The stress wasn’t good for the baby…

The baby?

“I… I’m pregnant…”