Two weeks later.

Two lines! I grab the other one, two lines, too! I do a little victory dance.

I’m pregnant! Again! I can already picture the baby again, even though I don’t know it’s gender.

Tom walks through the bedroom door, his gaze fixed on me. He’s been on his study, to give me space, cause he didn’t want to suffocate me with his presence.

I stare up at his expectant eyes, his blue eyes are inquiring and I know I’m dragging it out, by just holding his gaze and saying nothing. 

He runs his hands through his hair in frustration, then sighs heavily, 

“And?” He asks, through clenched teeth

I nod. “I’m pregnant.”

He closes his eyes, then opens them again, the corner of his lips raises briefly, is that a..smile? He almost smiled at me! Almost! That’s something, right?

He frowns quickly, and takes the pregnancy test from my hands. Slowly, he studies it, and sends his left hand to the back of his neck. He turns around and walks to the door, the test still in his hands.

I watch as he walks out, I wonder what these moments feel like for normal couples. I’m sure there’s joy and screaming and hugging and kissing. For me, it’s just his back and him walking away as if we didn’t plan this pregnancy.