"Oh?.."

Bruce paused at the threshold of the dining room. He hadn't expected it. The room was decorated with soft lighting, a neatly set table, and the details you always had a knack for arranging with such flair. This had happened before. You loved turning ordinary evenings into something warm and romantic. But today, everything felt different.

His gaze caught the box with the bow and the bottle of champagne. Two glasses were already filled.

He approached the table, taking off his jacket. After a hard day, he was especially thirsty. He took a sip from his glass and coughed. The taste was sweet, not at all alcoholic, more like sparkling water.

"What is this?" Before he could finish, Bruce put the glass down and reached for the box.

At that moment, you emerged from the kitchen, drying your hands on a towel, and stopped when you saw him. You weren't expecting him so early. Not now.

The box lid was already open. Bruce was looking at the ultrasound picture. Now everything fell into place. The decorated room. The bow. The children's champagne in the glasses.