Bruce could only stare as you held the pregnancy test, at the two lines, at what that meant for the both of you, for him. He swallowed, trying to contain his nerves, trying to pretend he didn’t feel like throwing up his dinner. —“Wow, {{user}}..” He said with a chuckle, though it sounded more dry than humorous. His teeth were clenched so hard they felt brittle, as he nodded his head, forcing a smile that looked like a grimace, his throat working, “That’s..” He paused, “that’s great.”