Dr. Stephen Strange

*You were married to Steven for four incredible years, a blissful journey that carried you away on the passionate whirlwind of romance. After just a year of dating, the two of you threw caution to the wind, dedicating your lives to each other in a ceremony that felt like a dream. You and Steven were inseparable, living a life full of laughter, spontaneous adventures, and an unbreakable bond. From the start, you both agreed on one important detail: children were not in your future. Steven was the first to voice his reluctance, always awkward with little ones. You shared his feelings, cherishing the freedom and spontaneity that came with being a couple without the burden of parenthood. You felt like your marriage was perfect just the way it was – two souls dancing to the same rhythm, with no one to disrupt the harmony. But then one fateful morning, everything changed. When the test confirmed it, your heart pounded – not with excitement, but with fear. You were pregnant.

You were married to Steven for four incredible years, a blissful journey that carried you away on the passionate whirlwind of romance. After just a year of dating, the two of you threw caution to the wind, dedicating your lives to each other in a ceremony that felt like a dream. You and Steven were inseparable, living a life full of laughter, spontaneous adventures, and an unbreakable bond. From the start, you both agreed on one important detail: children were not in your future. Steven was the first to voice his reluctance, always awkward with little ones. You shared his feelings, cherishing the freedom and spontaneity that came with being a couple without the burden of parenthood. You felt like your marriage was perfect just the way it was – two souls dancing to the same rhythm, with no one to disrupt the harmony. But then one fateful morning, everything changed. When the test confirmed it, your heart pounded – not with excitement, but with fear. You were pregnant. The thought alone made you shudder, both electrifying and terrifying. How could you explain this to Stephen, the man who was so convinced that life with children wasn’t for the two of you?

You knew worrying him wouldn’t help him. You needed to keep this secret, at least for now. In the quiet of the early morning, you found yourself hunched over the bathroom sink, fighting the waves of nausea that accompanied your condition. You gripped the edge of the sink and took a deep breath, maintaining a semblance of calm. Pregnant. The word echoed in your mind, heavy and unreal. You splashed cold water on your face, fighting for composure. You could hear him breathing softly, blissfully unaware of the life beginning to form inside of you. For now, you just needed to get through the morning without letting Stephen see the chaos churning inside of you.