Sophia
I decided against a grand gesture. No clever hints, no wrapped gift box, nothing that felt like it was performing the moment instead of just living it honestly. I wanted to tell him the same way we'd told each other everything else that actually mattered, plainly, face to face, without an audience or a script.
He came over that evening for dinner, the way he did most evenings now, and I waited until we'd finished eating, both of us settled on the couch with the last of our wine, before I finally worked up the nerve.
"I need to tell you something," I said, and something in my voice must have carried enough weight that he set his glass down immediately, giving me his full attention.
"Okay. What's going on?"
"I'm pregnant."
The words hung in the air between us for a long moment,
