Tick, tick, tick. You sat on the edge of the bathtub, staring up at the clock hanging above the bathroom door patiently waiting for 10 minutes to pass.
The time came and you exhaled deeply. You got up and walked to the sink, staring down at the pregnancy test for the results.
Pregnant.
You were pregnant.
Tears streamed down your face. You were full of joy. You see, you and your husband, Scotty McCreery, have been trying to start a family for about a year with no luck. You went to many doctors who only told you the time would come when it wanted to.
Now you were pregnant. Finally.
Remembering that your husband was sitting downstairs, you grabbed the pregnancy test and walked quickly to your room. You hid it on your desk, underneath your favorite book. Time to surprise him.
"Hey honey, can you come here for a second?" You shouted downstairs.
He was in the room in a matter of seconds, a frantic look in his eyes. "What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just can't seem to find my book. I've looked everywhere! Can you help me?" You bent down to look under the bed and he began searching your desk.
"Here it- what's this?" He held your book in one hand, and reached for the test with the other.
"Surprise!" He grinned. He dropped both the book and the test and rushed over to you, engulfing you in his arms as he kissed you passionately.
He pulled away, only to plant a kiss on your head. "We're going to be parents!" He kept kissing your lips.
