Two pink lines.
"What do you think we are having, my love?" I ask, holding my stomach while looking at Lucius.
"Hopefully a boy, carry on the family name." He replies, putting his hand beside mine, "With your eyes, my love." I look down at our hands on my stomach. After three years of trying, we finally have the gift we asked for, the miracle we had almost given up on.
"I promise you, my child, I will be the best mother I know how to be." I whisper, smiling up at my husband.