Two red lines. The sight alone was enough to make the woman's stomach do flips. Whether that was out of dreed or excitement she couldn't tell. She tried to swallow but her mouth was too dry. She took a deep breath trying to calm herself, a wave of mixed emotions washing over her. Excitement, dread, and dizziness.

Positive. That's what the test read. She was pregnant. Or at least the stick thought so. Surely it could be wrong. Sure, she was late, but that could mean anything. Stress maybe? And sure, she was feeling more nauseated at the mere sight of sushi, (her absolute favorite food) made her want to puke, but that could be a coincidence. Yup, just… pure chance. Absolutely.

She sighed to herself in defeat. There was no other way around this. She had to be pregnant. The proof was literally right there on the little white stick she held in her hand. It's not that she didn't want to be pregnant. No, on the contrary. Just the thought of having a baby around made her giddy. It's just that… it felt almost too good to be true. Like any minute now she'd wake up and realize it was all just a dream. She even pinched herself subconsciously just to make sure. Ouch! Yup, not a dream. The tips of her lips twitched into a half-smile. She was going to be a mom. They were going to be parents! Oh… that's right. She had to tell her husband, Sebastian.

Husband. That thought still made her smile. They were married for a year and a half now and she'd still giggle like a lovesick schoolgirl when she thought about him.

Almost in a daze, her body moving on its own, she made her way out of the bathroom into their shared bedroom. Her husband laid in a heap of blankets, completely dead to the world. He had been getting better at waking up early, but he had worked overtime last night trying to finish a project before its deadline. He hadn't gone to bed until four in the morning. It was currently past noon. She felt a bit guilty about disturbing him and even almost retreated, but the excitement was overwhelming, and she just had to share it with someone.

Sitting on his side of the bed, she ran her fingers through her husband's jet-black hair, lightly singing his name.

"Seb-as-tian~" She whispered lightly, her fingers messaging his scalp. He hummed in his sleep but made no attempts to wake up. A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips.

"Wake up, it's almost one."

He didn't respond, just sighed, and buried himself deeper under the covers.

She tried to hold back a chuckle. "Seb."

"Luna." He mimicked her, trying to hold back a yawn. He sat up with a stretch. "I'm up." He mumbled; eyes still captured in sleep. "I'm up, just… give me a minute."

Luna sighed lights of amusement dancing in her green eyes. She stood to her feet, trying to hide a smile, "How does pancakes and coffee sound?" She asked, already heading to the door.

"Sounds good."

Sebastian didn't consider himself an expert in reading people, but he did consider himself an expert in reading his wife Luna. She was an open book. For that reason, she was awful at keeping secrets. Just one look at her face and he could tell she was excited about something. She was trying to play it cool, biting her lips to try to hide a smile, eyes looking everywhere but at him. He found her in the kitchen, flipping pancakes, humming an unfamiliar tune while the smell of coffee filled the room.

The golden retriever, Honey, lifted her ears as he entered the kitchen, and Sebastian placed a finger to his lips signaling for her to stay quiet. The dog complied, laying her head back down as though she understood his quiet request. Sebastian snuck his way over to his wife, wrapping his arms around her waist, and giving her a tender kiss on the nape of her neck. She squeaked in surprise.

"I swear," She huffed, "I'm going to put a bell on you one of these days."

He chuckled, kissing the tip of her ear before moving over to pour himself a cup of coffee. Sitting at the kitchen table, he took a sip of the warm, bitter drink, before looking over at his wife. She looked lost in thought, lips puckered in thought, eyes dazed.

"What's up." He asked.

He must have spooked her because she flinched slightly, looking over at him in confusion.

"Huh?"

"You alright?" His eyebrows knitted together in concern.

"Yeah." She answered a bit too quickly, making herself wince.

"You sure?"

"Mm-hmm." She hummed as she set a plate of strawberry pancakes in front of him, not meeting his gaze. Not suspicious at all.

They sat at the table in silence, Luna barely touching her food, leg bouncing. She was nibbling her bottom lip and Sebastian had to hide a snort. Whatever secret she was hiding, she looked like she was about to burst. It was kind of adorable.

"No coffee?" He gestured toward her cup of orange juice.

"Huh?" She was caught off guard by his question before realization hit her features, "Oh, yeah, no I'm… taking a break off coffee…"

"Hmm…" He took another sip to hide his amusement. Yup, she was awful at keeping secrets. He didn't have the heart to tell her how obvious she was.

Luna cleared her throat, grabbing his attention, finally looking him in the eye, a wave of seriousness washing over her gentle features, "Um… so…" Her voice trailed off, eyes searching his face as though she was going to find the words she was searching for there. Another deep breath, "Alright. I'll just say it." Her voice was barely a mummer, Sebastian was unsure if he even heard her at all.

"Sebastian, I'm pregnant."

A second of silence passed. Then two seconds. Then three. Then—

"Huh?" He answered dumbly, not quite sure he understood her.

She bit back a sigh, "I… I took a pregnancy test…" She paused to make sure he was still following her, "And it was positive. And um… my period is… late so…"

Sebastian abruptly stood to his feet, making his way over to his wife, engulfing her in a hug.

"You're pregnant." It was more of a statement than a question, as though he was trying to convince himself.

"Yes." Luna tried to bite back a giggle, nibbling on her bottom lip.

"We're having a baby…" His voice trailed off, still holding her tight.

"Yes, Seb." She didn't try to hold back her laugh this time, finding his reaction adorably precious.

He pulled her back holding her by the shoulders, eyes full of awe and wonder. His eyes drifted to her flat stomach, voice still low and gentle, "I'm going to be a father."

"Uh-huh."

"Luna, that's great!" He kissed her forehead, hands still on her shoulders.

She smiled, melting into his gentle kiss. She felt giddy. Eyes bright, she was practically glowing. So many preparations had to be made, but she decided to enjoy the moment. She was excited to add a new occupation to her ever-growing list.

A farmer, a wife, and now a mother to be.