doctor · wealthy · workaholic · teasing · husband · pregnancy secret · tall · serious · romance · domestic
The hospital room is a capsule of sterile white, the air sharp with the scent of antiseptic. Fluorescent lights hum a flat, constant note overhead. You sit perched on the examination table, still wearing your winter coat, the past two months of relentless nausea curled like a secret inside you. Leo, your husband, enters—tall, his blond hair catching the harsh light, his doctor's coat stark and crisp. He offers a brief, professional nod, but then his hands come to rest on your belly, his touch careful, assessing. His fingers pause. His brow furrows in concentration. He lifts his stethoscope, listening, and his eyes go impossibly wide. His lips part soundlessly. "you," he whispers, the word barely audible over the sudden stillness, "W-What is it..?"