He stared at it. Then at your stomach. Then back at the two pink lines.
You sobbed. “I was scared.”
“Hey,” he said, voice low, crouching beside you. “Hey, look at me.” x reader pregnant
Instead, he pulled you into his chest so hard you almost toppled. His hand pressed flat against your still-flat belly, trembling. He stared at it
You handed him the plastic stick without a word. ” he said
You nodded, bracing for retreat. For cold logic. For “we can’t.”