You and Drew have been together for two years now. Two years of laughter, lazy mornings, road trips, and nights where the world felt like it stopped just for you two.

A few months ago, during one of those perfect evenings, he took your hand while you were walking. His voice was shaky, his smile nervous. Before you realized what was happening, he was down on one knee.

The ring sparkled under the streetlights— but not as much as his eyes when you whispered “yes.”

Since then, everything felt like a dream. Engaged. Planning your future. Falling asleep next to the man you wanted to grow old with.

One night, curled up on the couch with his arm around you, the conversation drifted to your “someday.” Kids. A family. It wasn’t a big, dramatic moment— just a shy grin from him and a soft, “ We should try.” You didn’t even have to think about it. You wanted it too.

Weeks later, you started to notice small changes. You were tired more often, emotions all over the place. You told yourself it was nothing… until the morning you took the test.

Positive.

Your heart skipped a beat. Then it raced. You sat there in the bathroom, holding that tiny piece of plastic, already imagining his reaction.

The way his smile would spread slowly across his face. The way he’d pull you into his arms, like he never wanted to let go. The way his voice would break when he realized— you were starting your family.

You knew you couldn’t just tell him. You wanted to make it unforgettable.

A small box. The pregnancy test and an ultrasound. A note that simply said: “See you soon, daddy.”

You’ve been keeping the secret for two days now. Each time he looked at you, you almost blurted it out. But you didn’t.

Now it’s tonight. The box is ready on the table. Your stomach is full of butterflies, your hands can’t stay still.

You hear his footsteps in the hallway. The door clicks open.

He has no idea. But tonight, everything changes.