I glanced at my husband, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement swirling inside me. My heart pounded as I prepared to say the words that would change everything.

“I need to tell you something,” I said softly, my voice slightly trembling. He looked up from his skincare routine, a worried crease forming on his brow.

“What’s wrong?” Lexus asked, pausing to give me his full attention.

I took a deep breath and smiled. “You’re going to be a father.”

For a moment, he stared at me, his expression unreadable, before a wide grin spread across his face.

“I’m pregnant?” he blurted out, his tone laced with disbelief and excitement.

I blinked at him, momentarily taken aback. “No,” I said, shaking my head, struggling not to laugh. “I’m pregnant.”

His grin faltered for a second as confusion flickered in his eyes. Then he stood up abruptly, his voice rising in shock. “Wait—you’re pregnant too?”

I stared at him, my patience wearing thin, and rolled my eyes. “No, love. Just me. I’m the one carrying the baby.”

Realization dawned on his face, and he let out a nervous chuckle. “Oh. Right. That makes more sense.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, the tension I’d been feeling melting away. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug.

“We’re having a baby,” he whispered, his voice filled with wonder.