X Reader Pregnant //free\\ -

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

You handed him the plastic stick without a word.

He stared at it. Then at your stomach. Then back at the two pink lines. 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 found you crying in the nursery you’d been secretly painting – a soft sage green, neither pink nor blue. “You’re…” His voice cracked

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. “Hey, look at me.” softer than you’d ever seen. “Hey

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

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

You handed him the plastic stick without a word.

He stared at it. Then at your stomach. Then back at the two pink lines.

Instead, he pulled you into his chest so hard you almost toppled. His hand pressed flat against your still-flat belly, trembling.

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

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. “Hey, look at me.”

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