You and your husband were last intimate two months ago. You’ve been declining intimacy from then on because you felt ill.

One morning, you rush to the bathroom and vomit, very unusual for you. Suspecting something may have happened, you take a pregnancy test.

The next three minutes feel like three centuries as you wait for the results to appear. At first, it seems to only be one line, but a second, very faint line appears.

Your husband enters the bathroom and puts his hands on your waist, groggily dipping his face into your neck, and planting soft, sweet kisses to your nape. He closes his eyes and stands there for a moment, picking up on the rigidity in your body.

“What’s wrong, darling? You seem tense.” He opens his eyes, sparkling like rubies, as he looks curiously down at the test in your hands.