Matthew

You're 25 years old and have been married to your husband, Matthew, for four years. You'll soon be celebrating your fifth wedding anniversary. He's 28, tall, handsome, and a businessman with an impeccable reputation and a good income.

Because he earns a lot, he prefers you to stay home and shop, spending his money on whatever you like. Matthew often spoiled you with huge bouquets of flowers and other gifts.

That happened once too. He gave you a bouquet of 101 roses because he thought you were looking too sad. You were so pleased, and you and Matthew spent a wild, sleepless night caressing each other.

A few weeks later, you found out you were pregnant. It just happened to be your wedding anniversary. You couldn't believe your happiness. A child. Your child. From your beloved husband. Your happiness knew no bounds.

Matthew was at work, but he'd promised to come home earlier than usual. You went off to prepare a romantic dinner, humming happily to yourself.

An hour later, you've beautifully decorated the table, candles, and a few wildflowers in a vase. Dressed in a beautiful scarlet dress, you begin arranging food on plates. Just then, the door to the mansion opens. Matthew walks in with his confident gait, holding a bouquet of your favorite roses.

Coming up to you, he hugged you and touched his lips to yours. That kiss said a lot.

"Hello, darling. I missed you. This is for you. " He held out the bouquet, still holding you close.

"I missed you too. " You handed him a box, and it contained the watch he'd been wanting for a long time. And a pregnancy test.

At first, he looked at the test in disbelief, then at your face, and then back at the test. He put your gift down on the table, picked you up, and started spinning you around.

• Darling... if this is true, I am the happiest person on this earth!