Charlie's pov

Once we arrived at the cabin we had rented for a week in the mountains, we instantly felt odd with how silent it was. We were just not used to that at all, given our backgrounds. We soon put it out of our minds, more focused on each other and our surroundings, though. My beautiful bride brought me out of my thoughts

"Charlie, this place is beautiful! Look at the blanket of snow outside! It's like a winter wonderland, I can't wait to draw this!"

I was too enamored with the look of glee and wonder in her eyes to react at first, but then had to make her even happier

"Why wait?"

She squealed as I handed her the supplies she would need, and she quickly sketched the outdoors, including some horses with their heads poking out of the stables. The sun was starting to set over the snowy mountains, giving the ground a shine like no other, like glitter on the floor. The inside of the cabin was rustic and warm, like someone could really live up there 24/7. All utilities were abundant, the lights cast a warm, inviting glow, the wallpaper was a creamy vanilla color, the carpet white and fluffy. The king sized bed was made of dark wood, a nice contrast and elegant fit to accentuate the room. Truly classy and cozy, a great combination for us to spend lots of time in it.

A while later, we ordered room service and had a delicious dinner. Then we watched a movie called The Fog, which was a borderline between thriller and horror, and got ready for bed. Not that we got much sleep at all that first night. Or any night.

By the third night of or honeymoon, I woke up to an empty and thus colder bed, and quickly registered the sound of retching coming from the master ensuite bathroom. The clock was reading 2AM, and the contents of Annie's dinner were coming for an encore, one by one. I rubbed her back soothingly, helping her remain in a somewhat upright position even as she tried to slump against me once she finished. I handed her some water to rinse out her mouth, concern in my eyes and tone of voice

"Okay, stupid question of the year... Are you ok?"

She sighed

"It's not something I ate, because I had the same things the other nights with no consequences... I don't feel sick, like ill sick... and I'm late. I have never been late since I was nine and a half years old."

Being a Baker, I knew very well what she was implying

"Do you need me to get you some tests?"

She curled up to me

"In the morning. Just one. ClearBlue is a great brand, it's spot on."

I nodded in agreement, familiar with what had been a staple in my Mom's cabinet for many years, and its accuracy. We son returned to bed, sleeping well for the rest of the night until I left around 8 or so to buy the test.

My girl was only stirred upon my arrival, since I kissed her forehead to wake her up. She quickly went to the bathroom to take the test that had the potential to change our lives forever, and I began to quietly freak out, remembering what my Dad had told me on the day of the wedding, not even a week ago. Until you become a parent, this is the most nerve-wrecking day of your life. And I was less than three minutes away from finding out if I was going to be a parent in less than a year. Needing to be close to my wife, I walked into the bathroom and stood behind her, arms around her as we both kept our eyes on the test and on the alarm on her phone. Tick, tock, tick tock. The waiting might actually kill me.