Hey lovelies! How goes it? So I've been playing around with this idea in my head so I decided to write it, and then last week Tiffany Thornton announced she's pregnant (don't worry, she's married)! Ahh! I'm so happy for her! Anyways, enjoy(:

Chapter 1

Chad's POV

I've known Sonny for twelve years. We've been married for six. I'm twenty-nine, she's twenty-eight. And I feel like I know my own wife pretty well.

So I definitely noticed that she was acting weird. Like how she got up in the middle of the night and came back to bed with some cheese. And then the next day, she declared that she hated cheese.

I don't what's going on with her, and I know she'll tell me when she's ready…I hope. You know what, here she comes now. I'm just gonna ask her.

"Hey, Son!" I sauntered over to her.

"Oh, hey, Chad." She smiled, but it quickly faded.

"What's wrong, Sonshine?"

"Oh, nothing." She grinned, but I wasn't convinced.

"Seriously. Tell me now. Or do I have to tickle it out of you?" I began tickling her sides, but she didn't laugh like she usually did. "Sonny?"

She just looked up at me, eyes full of so many strong emotions.

"Please tell me, Sonshine. You know you can be completely honest with me."

"Fine. I'll tell you. I'm pregnant."

I froze. I felt like somewhere, in the back of my mind, I knew that was what she was going to say.

I must have paused for too long because then she said, "Chad? Say something."

"You're pregnant?"

"Yeah, I just came back from the doctor's."

"We're going to have a baby?"

"Yeah, that's what being pregnant means," she laughed. "So..."

"We're going to have a baby!" I hugged her tightly, lifting her feet off the ground, and spun her around.

"Chad!" she yelped. "Put me down!"

"Oh, sorry," I gently set her back on the ground, realizing that motion might not be the best thing for a soon-to-be-mother and my future son or daughter. "You better be careful now. We don't want Chad Jr. to get hurt!"

"Chad Jr.? Really, Chad? Really?"

"Hey, what's wrong with that?" I asked, slightly offended.

She sighed. "Nothing."

I took my phone out of my pocket, but Sonny quickly snatched it out of my hands. "What are you doing?" she yelled.

"Calling my director." Not the Mack Falls director. Now I work on a soap opera called Midnight in Sacramento. And Sonny does music in a studio down the street from our house.

"No! That's bad luck!" Sonny protested.

"But-"

"No buts. You tell one person and then the whole world knows!"

I sighed. "You're right. Can I at least call my parents?"

"You know what? Tell your director you're not coming in tomorrow. It's Friday tomorrow anyway and then you have the weekend off. Tomorrow for lunch we can visit your parents and then we can fly out to Wisconsin to tell my family."

"Ok, but we're flying AirChad. I have so many miles with them. I practically own the company," I joked.

"Fine," Sonny smiled.

"Fine," I grinned.

"Good."

"Good."

"That never gets old. Twelve years, and it still isn't old," Sonny laughed. God, I love her laugh.

"Nope," I laughed with her.

"So...we're good?" she asked me.

"We're beyond good, Sonshine. Now, let's go eat dinner! I'm starving!" I complained.

"Okay. What are you making?" she smiled sweetly.

"Pizza?"

"Yay! With extra anchovies, please!"

I groaned. "I am not putting anchovies on a pizza just because you're pregnant."

"I'm only joking. Plain cheese is fine with me."

"Great. That's easy enough. Can you cut up some fresh fruit?"

"Chad, I'm pregnant, not incapable of helping."

"I know. It's just more fun when you're with me."

We made the pizza together, and Sonny took one bite before making a beeline for the bathroom.

"Is my cooking really that bad," I wondered aloud.

"Chad?" Sonny called.

I quickly ran to her, rubbing her back as she vomited. "Shh, it's going to be alright, Sonshine. I'm here."

"I'm not so hungry anymore," Sonny told me. "Just put the food in the fridge and I'll eat some later...maybe."

I did as she asked, and then she found me in the kitchen. I welcomed her into my arms. "Come on, Sonshine. Let's go watch a movie. You can pick."

She squealed with delight. I knew which one she was going to pick: Hairspray. Yeah, the one with Zac Efron. I popped the DVD into the player and turned on the projector. We had an entire wall of our living room just for the projector.

I hit play on the remote and plopped down next to her on our sofa. She snuggled up against me, and I wrapped a blanket around us, making sure she would be warm.

"Good Morning Baltimore" was just finishing when I noticed her soft snores. I softly chuckled to myself, picking her up bridal style and carrying her upstairs to our bed.

"Good night, Sonshine," I whispered and kissed her forehead. I went back downstairs and turned off the projector and DVD player. Then I went to bed myself. I laid awake for what felt like hours, thinking about my future, my wife, and my child. I eventually drifted off, excited for the next day's events.

So this was a short chapter, but I'm just trying to introduce the story. If you liked it, review! Thanks!

Much love,

Kelly