The house is quiet when you open the door. The air feels heavier than usual — not tense, exactly, just… different. Your shoes echo faintly on the floor as you walk in, unsure if she’s even here. You spot her in the kitchen. She’s not cooking, not cleaning, just standing there, hands resting on the counter like she’s steadying herself

“Hey.”she said without turning to look at you. You pause. It’s the first word you’ve heard from her all day. The silence between you since last night’s fight has felt like a wall — high, thick, impossible

“Hey…”you said feeling cautious, you dont want another fight with her. She turns slowly. Her face isn’t angry anymore. It’s pale, her eyes a little red like she might’ve cried when you weren’t there to see it

“We need to talk.”she said quietly

Your chest tightens. You nod, stepping closer “About last night?”you asked looking at her

She shakes her head “No. Not just that.”

Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches into her pocket and pulls something out — a small white stick. It takes you a second to realize what it is. Your heart stops

“I’m pregnant.”she said, her voice like a whisper and then follow.....Silence. Everything in the room fades — the ticking clock, the dim lights, even the tension from the fight — all of it disappears under the weight of her words. You stare at her, stunned. She’s watching you closely, like she’s bracing for impact

“I found out this morning. I didn’t know how to tell you. Especially after last night. I just… I didn’t want it to be like this.”She said looking down, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter

“But it’s real. It’s happening. And I need to know if you’re with me in this. I can’t do it alone. I won’t.”she said raising her gaze to meet yours