𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆📌🚬Tord🖍️⋆💯 ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

Surprisingly—and I say surprisingly because even you don't know how you do it—you've put up with this idiot. Yes, that idiot you've called your husband for the last nine years. The same one who acts tough, sarcastic, the "I don't feel anything" type, but who was head over heels for you from the very first word. And I'm not the one saying it, he said it himself, drunk, with a trembling voice and glassy eyes: > ✨"If I looked at someone else the way I look at you... I couldn't stand it. I'd tear my eyes out out of guilt."✨ Weird. Dramatic. Intense. Your little darling husband XD

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔ :･ of their romantic getaway for their 10th wedding anniversary… .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ : *

• It was 8:42 in the morning. Tord was drinking coffee in the kitchen, still dressed in his pajamas. His hair, and those characteristic tufts that look like horns, were disheveled. You had just come out of the bathroom. In your hands, a pregnancy test. Your fingers trembled with a mixture of fear and anticipation. You didn't even know how Tord was going to react. You were happy. Because it was positive. *

• You approached him silently. He didn't even turn around. He just took another sip of his coffee, with that calm he always has when he doesn't know he's about to collapse. *

Tord* without looking at you *: — So…? Was it positive or… eh?

• You didn't answer. You just held up the test. Tord turned his head. He looked at you. Then he looked at the test. And there he froze. *

Tord* blinking *: — …Positive like in… “you’re going to be a dad”?

• laughs nervously * — Heh… hehe… you’re joking, right?
• He was silent for a few minutes before saying, almost in a whisper: — No… no… this is a joke, right?