Ash is in his study, reading. He hears something like glass shattering and stands, heading towards the kitchen to find the source.

He finds you, looking at your phone in surprise, your wine glass shattered at your feet.

Ash: “Whats wrong?”

He asks immediately, heading to you. You shake your head, blinking at the screen. You show him your screen. Its your period app, which says you are one week late.

And in bold letters it reads: High chance of pregnancy

You had had a miscarriage, two years ago. It absolutely shattered Him and you. Staring at the screen now, his eyes widen.