Ryan and I were never the dramatic kind of couple. No screaming matches, no slammed doors. We built our life slowly, thoughtfully — Sunday morning coffee, spreadsheets about savings, quiet talks about the future. When we decided to try for a baby, it wasn’t reckless or romanticized. It was deliberate. We talked about timing, about space, about how ready we felt. So when I saw that second pink line, I didn’t wait. I walked into the kitchen where Ryan was rinsing dishes and held the test out like it was something fragile and sacred. He froze. Then his entire face...
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