I woke up feeling dizzy and sick. I ran to the bathroom in just enough time. I threw up anything and everything that was left in my stomach. I had been this way for a couple days now, and I didn't know why. Well, I had a pretty good idea, but I was scared to find out the answer. Today was the day that I got fed up with it and decided to take the test. I locked the bathroom door and took the test. 

        After waiting 10 minutes (I don't know how long you have to wait for the results for a pregnancy test), I grabbed the test of the counter and looked at it. My eyes almost bulged out of my head. There it was, right there, the little positive sign that might ruin my relationship with the sweetest person alive. I threw the test at the wall in outrage. I was angry. How could I be so careless? I wanted a child, but I never talked to Thomas about it. I was pretty sure he didn't want one, I mean he never gave any signs of wanting one. That must mean he doesn't want one. A tear rolled down my cheek, and I set my head in my hands. 

        "(Y/N) you okay? You have been in there for a while." Thomas says from outside the door. I cringe at his voice. I clear my throat a little so it doesn't sound like I was crying, 

        "I'm fine. I was just checking Instagram while my bath got ready." I say. It wasn't a complete lie, I was going to have a bath. I climbed into the warm water and relaxed a little bit. I decided to shave my legs, since I ALWAYS cut myself when I do it in the shower. (I ALWAYS CUT MYSELF WHEN I SHAVE IN THE SHOWER!!) After 30 minutes of laying in the bath I decided to get out. I got dressed in some leggings and a baggy white shirt BE-YOU-TIFUL in cursive. I applyed a little bit of make up, some mascara, eyeliner, lip gloss, concealer, and a light eye shadow. 

        I stepped out of the bathroom, but I hid the test. I AM SMART! I thought to myself, but then remember that I didn't hide the box. DAMN IT. Thomas came out with the box in his hand. "Did you take a test?" He asked with large eyes. I knew this was coming. I nod slightly. He walks over to me and a prepare for what is coming. Dumped, slapped, bunched, yelled at, but he hugged me instead. 

        "What did it say?" He asked, I could almost see a smile on the side of his mouth. Maybe he does want a child, he just didn't want to tell me. I suddenly get a burst of confidence. 

        "It was positive. You're going to be a dad!" I say smiling. Thomas smiled at me before spinning me around. "We are going to be parents." I said into his chest as he hugged me. 

        "I know. I am so excited (YN). I have wanted this for so long." I says, his chin resting on  my head. "I love you." He said, and I could almost see him smiling. I looked up at him. 

        "I love you too." I said before kissing him. We spent the rest of the day talking about names, genders, doctors, and when we should tell everybody. It was amazing, nothing could make me happier.