X Reader Pregnant May 2026

You nodded, bracing for retreat. For cold logic. For “we can’t.”

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

You sobbed. “I was scared.”

“Hey,” he said, voice low, crouching beside you. “Hey, look at me.”

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

You handed him the plastic stick without a word.

He stared at it. Then at your stomach. Then back at the two pink lines. You nodded, bracing for retreat

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