They didn't plan it.
It happened on a lazy Saturday morning, sunlight pooling at their feet. Liana held the test in her hand, heart pounding harder than it had since their wedding day.
Positive.
She walked out of the bathroom, eyes wide. Nathaniel was making coffee.
He turned. He froze.
Then—he understood.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
She nodded, eyes glimmering.
He stepped forward, not saying anything—just pulling her gently into his chest. His arms wrapped around her like a promise.
A long silence.
Then he whispered:
"You've already given me peace. Now you're giving me a future."
They painted the spare room yellow—her favorite color. He bought books about fatherhood. She started reading fairy tales again, aloud.
One evening, she fell asleep on the couch, cradling a tiny pair of baby shoes.
Nathaniel covered her with a blanket and kissed her forehead.