Clara
I found the pregnancy test results sitting on the bathroom counter one crisp autumn morning, exactly one year after our wedding, and stared at the two pink lines for a long moment before the reality of it fully settled in.
"Ethan," I called, my voice unsteady with a mixture of shock and overwhelming joy.
He appeared in the doorway within seconds, alarm evident in his expression until he saw what I was holding, his own face transforming immediately into something I'd never quite seen from him before.
"Is that—"
"We're going to have a baby," I confirmed, tears already gathering. "Ethan, we're going to be parents."
He crossed the small distance between us and pulled me into an embrace so tight it nearly lifted me off my feet, laughing and crying simultaneously in a way that made m
