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Unexpected Blessings (🌸)

After the wild night of Tony's birthday celebration, Layla returned home feeling surprisingly calm, putting the events of the evening behind her. Life continued as usual-until two months later, when everything changed. To her shock, Layla discovered she was pregnant with Tony's child. The revelation hit her hard, upending her world as she grappled with the reality of impending motherhood. What had once been an unforgettable night now bore life-altering consequences, leaving Layla at a crossroads, uncertain of what the future might hold.

One day, filled with anxiety, she decided to visit Tony, unsure of how to share her news. As she stood in front of him, tears welling in her eyes, the words tumbled out. "Tony, I have to tell you something..."

With a trembling hand, she pulled a pregnancy test from her bag, revealing the unmistakable positive result. Tony's expression morphed from surprise to shock as he processed the news. He stood there, speechless, but his face showed no trace of negativity. Layla, still reeling from the revelation, looked down at the test, her heart racing. "Tony... I'm so sorry... I..." The tears began to fall freely as she dropped her bag and rushed into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder. "What are we going to do?"

Tony sighed, the weight of the moment settling in. "Well, what do you want to do? Keep it or..."

"I don't know! We're so young, and my parents don't even know who you are or that we're... you know... together," she said, still crying, her tears soaking his shirt.

"Hey, don't worry. It's going to be alright. If you decide to keep it, I'll help you raise our child. I'll always be by your side," Tony said, squeezing her shoulders and giving her a genuine smile. Layla looked into his eyes, her ocean-blue irises still brimming with tears. "Really? You would help me raise our baby?"

"Of course. You mean everything to me," he chuckled softly, enveloping her in a warm embrace. She was taken aback by his unwavering support, her lips curling into a small smile. "I love you, Tony... always and forever," she whispered, resting her head against him. "Do you think we'll have a boy or a girl?"

"It doesn't matter to me," Tony replied, grinning. "As long as it's healthy and beautiful." Layla nodded, giggling at his words. "You're so sweet. I hope it's a girl; I want a mini-me."

She snuggled into his lap, feeling a sense of comfort and safety. "Whatever it is, we'll raise them well," he assured her, wrapping his arms around her as she nestled against him. Layla rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes as fatigue washed over her. She felt grateful to have such a supportive partner during this uncertain time. As sleep took over, she drifted off, soft snores escaping her lips.

Tony carefully lifted her and carried her to his bedroom, wanting her to rest peacefully. Layla, a heavy sleeper, seemed completely at ease, her hair tousled and her expression serene, although a tiny trickle of drool escaped her lips.

Three months later, Layla's belly had begun to round, clearly marking the signs of her pregnancy. She wore loose, comfortable clothes to accommodate her growing figure. Today, she lay on her back in Tony's bed, her eyes closed in a moment of relaxation. Tony entered the room, sitting beside her with a gentle smile. "How's my beautiful mama doing?"

Slowly, she opened her eyes and smiled back. "Hey, babe." Propelling herself up on one elbow, she winced slightly, aware of her belly. "I'm alright, but it's been hard. This baby is giving me back pain, and I think I need a new bra already."

Tony leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her lips, then on her belly. "I might not understand everything, but I'll support you however I can." She smiled at him, feeling warmth spread through her as he kissed her belly. "You know, I want to grab a pregnancy book from the library tomorrow. I don't know what to expect, and none of my friends are moms," she admitted.