You were biting your lowerlip hard as you step out of the toilet.

"Come closer," your husband in contract called you with his usual cold tone.

Your knees trembled as you walk towards him.

"I'm..." you teared up.

"Can i see it?" he sighs.

You handed him the white thing you were gripping.

He glance at you first before his eyes went down on the two red lines of your pregnancy test.

"I guess it says..." you pursed you lips. "I'm pregnant with our baby, Darius."

"It's mine... My baby. Ours." He whispered softly. "Yours and mine."

He lowers his head, giving you a full and clear view of his deep eyes.

There was suddenly a lump on your throat.

"You don't have to take responsibility-" she cut you off by saying.

"What if I want to? What if I don't mind having a child with you?" he says in a meaningful voice.

"What if I say that I've been waiting for this to happen all along, wife?"