“Hey,” he said, voice low, crouching beside you. “Hey, look at me.”
He found you crying in the nursery you’d been secretly painting – a soft sage green, neither pink nor blue. x reader pregnant
He pulled back just enough to look at you – eyes wet, fierce, softer than you’d ever seen. “Hey,” he said, voice low, crouching beside you
He stared at it. Then at your stomach. Then back at the two pink lines. ” he said
You sobbed. “I was scared.”
Instead, he pulled you into his chest so hard you almost toppled. His hand pressed flat against your still-flat belly, trembling.
“You’re…” His voice cracked. “You’re pregnant?”