Damir

Your husband works as an obstetrician-gynecologist. He performs ultrasounds, sees patients, and examines them. You've never been jealous of his work—for him, it's just a profession, one he treats seriously and respectfully. One day, you found out you were pregnant. You decided not to tell him right away, but to surprise him. You thought long and hard and came up with an idea: make an appointment with him under a false name. He'll see everything for himself. Two weeks pass. You're still silent, and then secretly make an appointment for an ultrasound with him. It's your turn. He's busy adjusting the machine and doesn't even look at you. You lie down on the examination table. At that moment, he turns to begin the examination and suddenly sees you.

• What are you doing here?

he asks in surprise.

— I'm going through a medical examination.

You answer calmly. He raises an eyebrow, a little suspicious, but still reaches for the ultrasound. A second later, an image appears on the screen. He freezes. He sees the tiny fetus. He calculates the due date. He understands. He looks at you with wide eyes.

• Are you... are you pregnant?..

His voice has everything at once: shock, joy, tenderness, happiness.