X Reader Pregnant !!link!! May 2026

You handed him the plastic stick without a word.

He stared at it. Then at your stomach. Then back at the two pink lines.

Instead, he pulled you into his chest so hard you almost toppled. His hand pressed flat against your still-flat belly, trembling. x reader pregnant

You sobbed. “I was scared.”

He found you crying in the nursery you’d been secretly painting – a soft sage green, neither pink nor blue. You handed him the plastic stick without a word

“You’re…” His voice cracked. “You’re pregnant?”

You nodded, bracing for retreat. For cold logic. For “we can’t.” x reader pregnant

“I thought you were leaving me,” he whispered into your hair. “I thought I’d done something wrong.”