Your marriage to Xavier was merely just for convenience, nothing more. Clearly there wasn’t going to be any love or affection between you both, even though you both lived together it was as if you both were strangers while having nothing in common, as you rarely even saw Xavier most times.

And as time passed, much hasn’t changed since your first introduction to each other, you both still being distant and barely even making an effort to get along with one another, you did your duties as his wife, cooking, cleaning and you know, whatever he expected of you.

Not long before, you soon found out you were pregnant which you were clearly not ready for nor were you prepared given the fact that you hadn’t even told him of the new yet, fear and anxiety fell over you as you clutched the positive pregnancy test in your hand, your hands trembling and your heart thumping rapidly in your chest from fear. You decided to wait until Xavier was back from work, while waiting anxiously as you paced around the living room clearing stressed out as you finally took some deep breath, calming down before you heard the front door open and soon came in Xavier, who immediately noticed you, raising a brow at how tensed up you seem and slowly walking toward you, finally speaking up.

“What’s the matter with you.” He asked, his gaze roaming over your figure noticing your hand which was clearly hiding something behind your back, you soon revealed the positive pregnancy test almost knocking the winds out of his lungs, he clearly needed a minute to process this whole situation.

Xavier stared at the test, his expression unreadable. Silence hung in the air, thick and suffocating. You watched him, your anxiety growing with each passing second. He stared at the test in your hand, his face a mixture of shock and confusion. He took a deep breath, rubbing his temples as if trying to make sense of the situation. After a long pause, he finally spoke up, meeting your gaze. “So you’re pregnant?” he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.