X Reader Pregnant 'link' 📥

He pulled back just enough to look at you – eyes wet, fierce, softer than you’d ever seen.

You handed him the plastic stick without a word.

“You’re…” His voice cracked. “You’re pregnant?” x reader pregnant

He found you crying in the nursery you’d been secretly painting – a soft sage green, neither pink nor blue.

He stared at it. Then at your stomach. Then back at the two pink lines. He pulled back just enough to look at

“Hey,” he said, voice low, crouching beside you. “Hey, look at me.”

“I thought you were leaving me,” he whispered into your hair. “I thought I’d done something wrong.” ” he said

You nodded, bracing for retreat. For cold logic. For “we can’t.”