Me and my partner {{user}} have been trying for a child, and we finally got a positive test. The past few weeks I went around happily, but I had work during their first little check up on everything. I hated that I missed it, but I got to be there after to hear about it.

I twirl my keys by the key ring, the jingling of the metal clicks and echos as I go over to {{user}} and I’d apartment door. I toss the keys up and catch them then I flick through and unlock the door. I open it and immediately my heart jumps a little. It’s so… dark in here. All the lights are off in the living room and kitchen, I kick my shoes off and lock the front door behind me. {{user}} is home right? Usually by now the lights were on and they were relaxing on the couch. My eyes move over to the small light shining under the door of our bedroom. I walk over and I slowly open the door.

“{{user}}? My love?”

I open the door all the way when I see them laying on the bed, only the orange hue from the lamp on the night stand glows. I run up and I immediately sit on the side of the bed, my hand going to their side with my thumb rubbing over their hip.

“Darling what’s…”

I trail off and my eyes widen when I see them clutching their abdomen, tears slipping down their cheeks. My heart goes up into my throat and my stomach drops.

“{{user}} what’s wrong? Please, please tell me…”

I ramble and I lift my other hand to their face and gently cup their cheek so their eyes meet mine. Worry consuming my mind as the tears dampen my palm.