Hi guys! This is inspired from a real-life thing that happened recently, though not completely the same. Not sure if this will be a one-shot or a longer story, comment and let me know how you like it and if you think it should be expanded on, whether what happens before or after this or both, or if you think it should stay a one-shot!

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I looked at the clock impatiently. 5:45pm the red numbers blinked at me, taunting. Paul had promised to be home by 5:15, something that rarely happens on a day he is typically meant to patrol. I had called Sam early that morning and told him that I urgently needed Paul for tonight, pulling Fiancée/Sister rankings, being Sam's younger sister and Paul's Fiancée.

"Where are you, Paul." I said to myself. My whole body was shaking, small waves of tremors moving throughout my core and my limbs. I had started wringing out my hands and doing weird jumps to combat the sudden nervous energy, I was about to start doing push-ups when I heard Paul's truck pull into the long, stony driveway. I ran to the bathroom and pee'd on the pregnancy test, setting the timer for 3 minutes, knowing he'd be in the door any second.

"Lilah?! I'm home!" Paul's voice thundered as I came out of the bathroom and entered the living room.

"You're late." I stated. Paul looked up in shock, which isn't surprising considering I don't usually mind if he is late or not.

"Baby, what's wrong?" his eyebrows furrowed and the cute little dimple in his right cheek showed as his mouth twisted in concern. The timer went off and Paul looked into the kitchen where no food was being made. "Lilah, what's going on?"

Silently, I made my way to the bathroom where the pregnancy test sat, face down, on the counter. Paul's quiet footfalls sounded behind me and I heard his breath leave his body.

"Have you looked yet?" his voice shook.

"No, that's what the timer was." I motioned to the old fashioned cooking timer sitting on the window sill.

"Well, its just you and me, no matter what happens. You know that." He promised. I looked up into his big, brown eyes and then looked down at the test. I hovered my fingers over the handle.

"One, two, three." Paul's voice stood strong as I grasped the handle and flipped the white plastic stick over.

There sat the tiny symbol that changed the rest of my life.

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