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"How much longer?" Elizabeth asks as she nervously paces the bathroom.

Henry, who is sitting on the floor watching her, looks down at the timer on his phone before replying, "One minute."

"Oh my god this is taking forever! I never knew three minutes could last so long!"

"Yep, definitely the longest three minutes of my life," Henry agrees.

"What are we going to do if these are positive? What if I really am pregnant?"

Before he can answer, the timer goes off. Elizabeth stops in her tracks and looks over to Henry. Their eyes meet, and Henry sees the sheer terror in her eyes. He stands up and pulls her into a hug.

"Whatever happens, it's going to be okay. We'll figure it out, I promise," he whispers into her ear. She tightens her arms around him before letting him go and turning her attention to the two pregnancy tests laying face down on the sink.

Elizabeth takes a deep breath. "Ready?" she asks as she grabs Henry's hand. He nods, and they both reach for a test. "Ok. On the count of three we flip."

"3."

"2."

"1… "

Together, hand in hand, they flip the sticks. An audible gasp escapes Elizabeth's mouth as she reads the test in her hand and then the one in Henry's. Both say the same thing: PREGNANT.

"Oh my god!" Elizabeth sputters. Her eyes never leave the test as she raises her other hand to her mouth. "Does this really say what I think it says?" she asks incredulously, continuing to stare at the screen until the room begins to spin.

She slowly lowers herself to the ground, puts her head between her knees, and takes deep, shaky breaths in an attempt to calm racing her mind and heart. Her attempts are futile, however, because suddenly, her hand shoots to her mouth and she lurches toward the toilet bowl. Henry gathers her hair from her face and holds it as she vomits. Small, pathetic whimpers escape from deep within her as her stomach continues to rebel against her.

Henry rubs soothing circles across her back until she picks her head up off of the toilet seat and looks back at him. Her eyes are red and tear stained, and her nose is running. He hates seeing his strong, amazing wife look so frail and helpless. He gingerly takes her face in his hands and looks her in the eyes.

"Hey," he says softly. "Do you remember when we found out you were pregnant with Stevie?" A small smile grows on her face, which he takes as a queue to continue. "We were young and scared shitless, but we did it. We made it through, and look how well that turned out! We have an incredible daughter, and two other sensational kids."

"The only difference this time is that we're old and scared shitless," Henry adds after a moment with a devious smirk. Elizabeth laughs and smacks his arm.

"Apparently not that old," she gestures to her stomach.

"No, not that old," he echoes.

She can see the sincerity in his eyes, as Henry reaches out and lays his hand gently on her abdomen, just below her belly button. "We make the most amazing babies. I cannot wait to see how this one turns out."

She lays her hands on top of his and says, "You really think we can do this?"

"I know we can."