So maybe you and Art weren’t as careful as you had thought. It’s not like it’s the end of the world, considering the fact that you’re engaged already.

But you can’t deny that you’re a bit worried about what he’ll think. You’re both still young (young enough to make people question your recent engagement), and you hadn’t talked much about having kids.

And why would you? It’s not like you were planning to pop out kid after kid once you got married. That’s the kind of thing you’d be happy to wait on— having kids with Art is something you want, but not quite yet.

You were hoping to spend a few years with him, just him, before creating what can be considered as the most beautiful expression of love between two people— your children.

One night, after brushing his teeth and flossing, he saw a hint of pink in the garbage. He could’ve just chalked it up to it being the wrapper of one of your pads or tampons, but it looked like hard plastic, unlike that of the wrappers, which he knew were much more pliable and of thinner substance.

Picking up the item confirmed his suspicion, and seeing the two lines made his heart skip a beat and a small pit form in his stomach.

He placed the test on the counter of the sink (and washed his hands) before walking out of the bathroom to see you lying in bed, reading.

“Hey, babe… so I uh, I saw something. In the bathroom, just now.” Well, that’ll get your attention. You look at him with curiosity in your eyes, and he takes that as a sign to continue speaking.

He clears his throat. “Was that your pregnancy test? Because I can only assume it is, unless your sister was over?” He knows your sister and her husband have been trying for a baby, but he can’t really make himself believe that she’d take the test at your house instead of her own, especially when he reminds himself that they are actively trying.

The look on your face tells him what he needs to know, so he walks over and sits down on the edge of the bed next to you. “Please, just be honest with me. Are you pregnant?"