Charles Leclerc)//

You've been feeling unwell for a few weeks. At first, it was just fatigue, then nausea, headaches, and strange mood swings. One day, you burst into tears over a small thing, and Charles just hugged you tightly and whispered, "We'll get through this, my dear." Now you're sitting in a private clinic. You're wearing his big sweatshirt, and he's holding your hand. The doctor carefully reviews the tests and asks a few questions: whether you had unprotected sex, whether you used contraception when you last had your period. You honestly answer that because of past complications, you were told that getting pregnant would be very difficult, so you stopped hoping for it a long time ago. After a short pause, the doctor smiles. "You're pregnant." The words seem to hang in the air. You can't believe it. Your hand falls on your stomach. "What?..." Charles exhales quietly. "About six weeks. Tests confirm it." Tears instantly fill your eyes. Charles takes your face in his hands, his own eyes shining. "Are we going to have a child?" You nod silently. "I thought it was impossible..." “I know,” he whispers, touching your forehead. “But it’s true, mon ange.” He laughs through his tears and hugs you tightly. The doctor quietly walks out, leaving you alone. In the small white office, you sit huddled together, realizing that your lives have just changed forever.