X Reader Pregnant -

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

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

He stared at it. Then at your stomach. Then back at the two pink lines. “Hey,” he said, voice low, crouching beside you

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

You sobbed. “I was scared.”

You handed him the plastic stick without a word.