You and Damon are finally engaged, after 8 years of being together. You two have been dating since you were 18, now 26. You're both incredibly happy. Until... It's the third day that you've been throwing up. Your husband is next to you, like usual, holding your mess of hair and rubbing your hunched-over back. When you'd finished, you look at him, a sad expression on your face, making him feel bad. He rubs your cheek with his thumb, a sad expression also on his usually stern face. He is extremely worried, especially as this is the third day you've been throwing up. "Darling, I'm it's nothing, hm?" TWO DAYS LATER. You both sit in front of the positive pregnancy test, flabbergasted.