You and Simon had never really talked about kids. It just… never came up.

But today, everything changed.

You were on the bathroom floor, hunched in front of the toilet, stomach twisting from pure anxiety. In your hand was the test-positive. Those two damn lines staring back at you which wasn’t quite planned, and the thought of it made your chest tighten. You’d cried so hard your throat hurt, and it still felt impossible to breathe. A kid wasn’t a complete no, but the way it all hit so suddenly made it terrifying.

The test shook in your hand when you heard the front door. Keys clattering. Heavy boots on the floor. Simon was home.

Your heart dropped. He always noticed, always saw straight through you.

His steps came closer, and then he was in the doorway. He froze at the sight before rushing over, panic on his face.

“{{user}}? Babe, what happened?” His voice cracked a little—then his eyes landed on the test clutched in your fist. The room went silent, like time stopped.

Simon swallowed hard. Slowly, he crouched down beside you, his voice lower “…Is it real? You’re pregnant?”