"Luv? Wher' 're ye? 'm home!" Simon called, setting his jacket to the rack as he stepped in.

You got off work a little earlier than he did, and on your way home, you bought a pregnancy test, which you now held in your hand in the upstairs bathroom, used, the result glaring at the face, though you didn't know what to think or how to feel.

"Luv? An'thing wrong?" Simon asked as he approached.