When I walked through the door, I could hear your footsteps before I even saw you. You were pacing back and forth in the living room, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. The second you noticed me, you froze, like I’d caught you doing something you shouldn’t.

“Hey,” I said, dropping my bag by the door. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, but your voice was shaky, and you weren’t looking at me. Instead, you started pacing again, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

I stepped closer, my concern growing. “You sure? You seem… I don’t know, nervous.”

You stopped, taking a deep breath, and turned to face me. Your eyes were wide, and you looked like you were on the verge of either crying or running away. “I have to tell you something,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay…” I said cautiously, bracing myself.

For a second, you just stood there, silent, like you were trying to summon the courage. Then, finally, you blurted it out: “I’m pregnant.”

I stared at you, the words hanging in the air between us. “Wait—what?”

“I’m pregnant,” you repeated, your voice breaking. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was scared, and I didn’t know how you’d react, but…” You trailed off, your hands twisting together anxiously as you waited for me to say something.

It took a second for it to sink in, but when it did, I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. “We’re having a baby?” I asked softly, like I couldn’t quite believe it.

When you nodded, tears filling your eyes, I crossed the room in two steps and wrapped you in my arms. “Hey,” I murmured, holding you close. “This is amazing. You’re amazing. We’re having a baby.” You let out a shaky laugh, burying your face in my chest, and I couldn’t stop smiling.