You were late.

You'd been so busy with Galactus that you hadn't even noticed this, until one morning, while making breakfast, your food disgusted you. It wasn't normal for you, of course not. And when you stole one of the cookies Ben was buying and spit it out in the bathroom, you knew something wasn't quite right.

Johnny thought you were sick to your stomach or something, or maybe Herbie had made the wrong food and it had hurt you, or maybe it was stress. He didn't dare ask anything beyond "Are you okay?", "Do you want medicine?" and pampering you whenever he could.

Sue just gave birth a few months ago — Now you were pregnant?

It was Sunday dinner. Your spot at the table was empty and Johnny was confused.

You got some sick or nauseous feelings in your stomach a few moments ago and just threw up in the bathroom, so you decided to take another test.

Positive

Shit..

Johnny was worried. He got up from his chair at the table and started walking to the bathroom, ignoring the others who were asking where he was going. He stopped infront of the locked door and knocked on it hesitantly. He was worried about you and your strange behavior these past few days.

"{{user}}? Dinner is ready. You coming or should I save your plate for later?"