The front door creaked open, and the familiar sound of heavy boots stepping inside signaled that he was finally home.

After weeks away, Price had returned, his shoulders weighed down by exhaustion but his heart already lifting at the thought of seeing you.

The scent of his cologne mixed with the cold night air as he shrugged off his jacket, his eyes immediately seeking you out.

There you were, curled up on the couch in one of his oversized sweaters, a blanket draped over your legs. The glow from the soft lamplight illuminated your serene face, and the sight melted every ounce of tension in his body.

A smile tugged at his lips as he made his way over, his presence finally drawing your attention.

"Hey, love," he murmured, voice low and warm as he crouched down beside you. You smiled at him, your eyes lighting up with love and relief, and reached out to touch his stubbled cheek.

He leaned into your touch, sighing softly as if it was the only thing keeping him tethered.

Without a word, he slipped onto the couch beside you, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you close.

You fit perfectly against him, your head finding its place on his chest as his chin rested atop your hair. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, savoring the quiet moment after the chaos he’d left behind.

But then, his gaze drifted over your shoulder and landed on the small table beside the couch. His brow furrowed as he noticed something out of place.

There, sitting unmistakably in plain view, was a pregnancy test.

His breath hitched, and his heart began to race. "Is that…?" he started, his voice trailing off as he glanced down at you.

For a moment, he just stared at you, his eyes widening as the thought sank in. Then, like the tide crashing against the shore. He pulled you closer, his hands trembling slightly as he cupped your face, searching your eyes for any hint that this wasn’t real.

But there you were, glowing, with a smile so full of love it made his chest ache.

"You're pregnant?"