It was a bright Sunday morning, and the sun filtered gently through the curtains of the cozy kitchen. The table was set with Mike’s favorite breakfast—pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon—neatly arranged alongside a steaming cup of coffee. You had been up early, your heart racing with anticipation as you prepared everything just the way Mike liked it.

Today was Father’s Day, and you had a special surprise that you’d been holding onto for the past two weeks. They had been trying for a baby for over a year, each month filled with hope and disappointment. But two weeks ago, you had taken a test, and for the first time, it had shown a positive result. It had taken everything in you not to blurt it out the moment you found out, but you wanted it to be special. Today felt perfect.

Mike walked into the kitchen, his hair still a mess from sleep, and smiled at the sight of the breakfast spread.

“What’s the occasion?” he said, leaning in to kiss you on the forehead.