She looked at the EPT stick in her hand, shaking her head.
They'd only been married three months. She was on the pill. They didn't need a baby.
A tiny voice at the back of her head whispered, "The last time Granny visited you she promised twins."
"Oh, shut up."
"Lady? Honey? Lily? You okay?"
"Uh-huh." The tears started then, pouring down her cheeks and she fought the sobs, knowing that her lover, her soul mate, her lion would know, would just need the slightest clue to...
The bathroom door opened, Marc standing there, looking like he was storming a beach somewhere. "What is wrong? What is it? Are you sick? Are you?"
His eyes landed on the pregnancy test in her hand, the positive sign almost glowing. "Lily? Is it true?"
"Merry Christmas?"
His smile, even through her tears, let her know that yes, yes it was.
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