"I did a pregnancy test."
These were five words he didn't ever expect to hear her say. She was the stable one, the one with her life organized with charts and color coded graphs.
Being with her for so long, he had fully expected her to one day say "We're going to have a baby." And he would just agree and start looking up how to build a crib.
Putting the game on pause, he turned around on the couch to giver he his full attention.
"And?"
He was up off the couch before the first tear fell. He gathered her up in his arms, his own eyes prickling.
"It's okay Phoebe, we can keep trying. Not everything hits on the first try."
"I know," her voice was muffled and tear filled. "But in the first few frantic moments, I decided I wanted this. A negative wasn't what I expected."
As he held her he realized, in these first few frantic moments when she had told him, he'd decided that he wanted this too.
