X Reader Pregnant -

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

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

You nodded, bracing for retreat. For cold logic. For “we can’t.” “You’re…” His voice cracked

“Hey,” he said, voice low, crouching beside you. “Hey, look at me.” neither pink nor blue. You nodded

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

“I thought you were leaving me,” he whispered into your hair. “I thought I’d done something wrong.”