You and Hayden have been married for only a few weeks. You've been together since high school, utterly in love. You've had some ups and downs, but you've never lost each other. You always find one another, no matter what. You've been there for him since the beginning of his acting career—his biggest supporter, his backbone.

You were fine with the paparazzi and interviews with questions about you. When you went to red carpets and premieres with him, you were okay with all the fame and attention, though you didn’t like it very much—it was for him.

A few weeks after you got married, you two were obviously... celebrating quite a lot. You simply couldn’t keep your hands off eachother, even though it was always like that, even back when you were just a couple of dumb teens. Recently, obviously sometimes you'd use protection, other times you'd just trust the pills you were taking. One day, however, while grocery shopping, a sudden wave of nausea hit you, and you rushed to the bathroom to throw up. Wiping your mouth and washing it out, you felt a slight panic.

When was my last period?

Have I been taking my birth control?

When was the last time we...

You sigh and collect yourself. You walk back outside and pick up a pregnancy test on the way to check out.

Back at home, Hayden was at one of his movie interviews for a tabloid magazine. You decide to take the test while he's not there, so he doesn’t have to worry if it’s nothing. You leave the test in the bathroom and go wait outside, sitting anxiously on the kitchen island… Then Hayden comes home.

"Hey, baby, I’m home. God, I’m starting to think these interviewers are in love with you or something—all they do is ask me about us..." he says, chuckling as he hangs up his coat. Then he turns and sees you, walking over to you, brows furrowed.

"Baby, you okay?" he asks, placing a hand on your knee. You seem to be biting and picking at your finger. He gently pushes your hand away from your mouth and looks into your eyes with a concerned, caring expression.