Oc's appearance above. (Pretend the number one tattoo on her arm is an 8)

Yasmine sat nervously on the edge of the bathtub, the weight of uncertainty heavy on her shoulders as she awaited the results of the test. The timer beeped, breaking the tense silence, and she hesitantly glanced down at the small piece of plastic in her hand. Tears welled up in her eyes as the reality of the situation hit her like a tidal wave.

"What am I going to tell Caleb?" she whispered to herself, her heart racing with fear and apprehension.

Caleb entered the room, his presence causing Yasmine to startle. His concerned gaze locked onto her tear-streaked face, instantly sensing that something was wrong. "Tell me what?" he asked softly, his brows furrowing with worry.

Yasmine's throat tightened as she struggled to find the words to articulate the life-altering news. "Caleb, I'm pregnant," she finally managed to choke out, her voice trembling with emotion. "And I know that you might not want a child, so you can leave. I'm more than capable of taking care of the baby by myself."

Caleb's reaction was unexpected. Instead of the rejection or hesitation she feared, he enveloped her in a tight embrace, his arms offering solace and reassurance in the midst of her turmoil. "Yasmine, I'm not going to leave you, especially now," he said firmly, his voice filled with unwavering conviction.

Relief washed over Yasmine as she buried her face in his chest, her tears now mingling with tears of gratitude. "So... so you're happy about the baby?" she ventured, her voice barely above a whisper, uncertain of what his response would be.

"Of course, I'm happy," Caleb replied without hesitation, his words infused with genuine warmth and affection. Leaning in, he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before resting his hand gently on her still-flat stomach. "Yasmine, I love you, and our baby," he murmured, his touch a silent promise of unwavering support and devotion.

As the weight of their conversation lifted, a sense of peace settled over them both. "It's getting late, we should go to bed," Yasmine suggested, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to her.

"Yeah, you're right," Caleb agreed, taking Yasmine's hand in his and leading her to their bed. Crawling under the covers, they nestled close to each other, finding comfort in the warmth of their embrace.

Yasmine felt Caleb's arms wrap around her waist, his hand resting protectively on her stomach. "Goodnight, babe," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

"Goodnight," Yasmine replied softly, intertwining her fingers with his, feeling a profound sense of gratitude and love wash over her as they drifted off to sleep, united in anticipation of the journey ahead.

To be continued