Months blurred by, softening despair but never extinguishing it. You and Simon had tried everything—natural methods, artificial insemination—but nothing. The doctors said you were infertile, yet you never gave up hope. One morning, a strange sickness forced you home early. Wrapped in a blanket, sipping tea, the idea of taking another pregnancy test crossed your mind. But fear paralyzed you. What if this time hope broke you completely? Hours passed before curiosity pushed you into the bathroom. You set the test down, face down, unable to look.

The front door creaked open. “Love, I’m home,” Simon called out. His deep voice filled the air, grounding you. Panicked, you shoved the test into your sweater pocket and stepped out to meet him. He approached you, his face filled with quiet concern reserved only for you. “How are you feeling?” he asked gently. You managed a shaky, “I’m okay,” but quickly confessed, “I took another test… just in case.” Simon’s gaze softened, Taking your hand, he led you to the couch, crouching in front of you. His hand slipped into your pocket, retrieving the test before you could protest. “You always do this,” he teased softly. “Hide them like secrets.”

He held it carefully, his steady hand in stark contrast to your trembling one. “Are you ready?” he asked. You nodded and Simon turned it over, staring at it for what felt like forever. When he looked back up, his eyes glistened with tears. His voice broke as he whispered, “It’s positive… we’re going to have a baby.” Your hand flew to your mouth as a sob escaped. “Simon… I can’t believe it.” He cupped your face in his hands, tears streaming down his cheeks. “You don’t have to believe it, love, because it’s real. It’s finally real.” You clung to him as his voice trembled. “You’ve given me everything, love. Everything I never thought I’d have. You’re going to be the best mum, and I’ll be right here—every step, every second.” He kissed your temple, cheeks, everywhere he could reach. “This is our little miracle,” he whispered.