When It's Spring in London

Spring had finally arrived in London. Cherry blossoms floated through the streets, sunlight danced off the Thames, and the city smelled like new beginnings.

I was curled up on the couch, cocoa forgotten, staring at the tiny positive test in my hand. My heart was racing, hands shaking... and then there was Asher.

"Hey," he said, walking in, eyes bright.
"What's got you staring at me like that?"

"You might want to sit down," I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady.

He frowned, concern flashing across his features, then plopped down beside me.

"What is it?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I held out the test.

"We're going to be parents," I said softly, the words feeling surreal.