He's practically shaking as he waits. Thirty seconds until he finds out if he's going to be a father in nine months. "Baby.." He grabs your hands. "No matter what the test says," he rests his forehead against yours.

"We're gonna be okay," he said. "Alright?" 15 seconds. He's tense, anxious, afraid. If you're pregnant... What will you do? "Yeah.." You say. The alarm goes off, blaring. Neither of you look.