"Calum!?" You called to your husband, of two years, from the bathroom. He was getting ready to go pick up a few groceries, and celery since you had been craving it.
After a second, he appeared in the room with you, where you sat on the edge of the bathtub, the toilet seat up since you had just puked into it, flushed it, and brushed your teeth twice.
"Yes? Is everything okay? I swear to god, y/n, I put the toilet seat down this time." He responded.
"I know, I put it up." You stated, putting the seat and cover back down.
"Are you sick again?" He frowned. You nodded.
"I'm sorry, babe." He sighed.
"Calum, I haven't had my period, either." You said.
"So, what you're saying is..." though the expression on his face let you know that he knew exactly what you were saying.
"What I'm saying is I need you to pick up a pregnancy test." You said
