She sits on a rocking chair, messing with her dark hair, waiting for her husband to come home. In her shaking hands she holds the test, a little piece of plastic that managed to change her life.

The door opens, and it's him, his smiling face looking down at her, joy in his eyes. "Welcome home!" she says grandly, standing up and giving him a warm hug. Gently, she lays a kiss on his lips. "I love you so much."

He looks at her, his face bright. "I love you too, Annie. I'm going to put my work stuff upstairs and then we can start dinner together." He disappears into the second floor of the house, and she stares back at the test. After a moment, she forces herself to tuck it away in her sweatshirt pocket and put the chicken in warm water to thaw.

When he comes back down the stairs, wearing his pajama pants and an old t-shirt, she can't help but cry when she looks at him. He opens the fridge and takes out a jug of milk.

"I'm pregnant," she announces, leaning against the sink. Her heart races, her palms are sweaty.

He looks completely baffled, his eyes full of wonder. "What?" he whispers.

"I'm pregnant," she says, a little louder. she gulps. "Three or four weeks now."

When she turns around, there's a huge smile on his face. "That's the best news I've heard all year," he says as he scoops her up and kisses her in the fluorescent light of the kitchen at dusk.

A tear falls onto her cheek and she can't help but think, Really? How can you be happy when this is so scary? but she kisses him back, his tender lips against hers. She's still shaking, a little, but she's happy, and he's here for her.