𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂

⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙♡☼⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙

The moonlight poured through the partially drawn curtains, casting a silvery glow across the room. My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I noticed was the steady rise and fall of Luciano's chest, his strong arm draped possessively over my waist. His warmth enveloped me, his even breaths brushing softly against my neck. I couldn't help but smile, my heart swelling at the sight of him. Even in sleep, his features were sharp, his jaw relaxed but still firm, his presence commanding even in the stillness of the night.

Carefully, I slid out from under his arm, pausing when he stirred and murmured something incoherent. My heart raced, but when he settled again, I exhaled softly. I grabbed a pillow and gently placed it where I'd been, tucking it against his chest. He instinctively pulled it closer, making me bite back a small laugh.

I padded over to the armchair where my robe was draped, slipping it on and tying the sash snugly around my waist. My steps were light as I moved to my bag, hidden in the corner of the room. Quietly, I unzipped it, pulling out the small pharmacy bag I'd tucked away earlier. My fingers trembled slightly as I walked toward the bathroom, nerves and a hint of excitement swirling in my chest.

Lately, I'd felt...off. Mornings had been the worst—queasy waves hitting me unexpectedly, forcing me to excuse myself more than once. Even the scent of Luciano's cologne, something I usually adored, had felt overwhelming the other day. I brushed off the sensations at first, but they persisted, growing harder to ignore. And tonight, when the thought wouldn't leave me alone, I knew I couldn't wait any longer.

The bathroom door closed with a soft click, and I locked it, leaning against the cool wood for a moment to steady my breathing. From the bag, I pulled out the pregnancy test. The unopened packaging crinkled faintly in the quiet, and I tore it open with care. My hands shook as I held it, my mind racing with every possibility.

"Is this really happening?" I whispered to myself, setting the test on the counter after following the instructions. The wait felt like an eternity. I washed my hands, the running water masking my shaky breaths, and splashed some cool water on my face. My stomach churned—not from nerves, but the lingering nausea that had become all too familiar these days.