Charles Leclerc)//

You had been feeling unwell for several weeks.
At first, it was just fatigue, then nausea, headaches, and strange mood swings. One day you burst into tears over something trivial, and Charles simply hugged you tightly and whispered, "We'll get through this, my soul."
Now you are sitting in a private clinic. You're wearing his oversized hoodie, and he won't let go of your hand.
The doctor carefully reviews the tests and asks a few questions: whether there was unprotected intercourse, if you use contraception, when your last period was. You honestly answer that due to old complications, you were told that getting pregnant would be very difficult, so you had long since stopped hoping for it.
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 instinctively rests on your stomach.
"What...?" Charles exhales softly.
"About six weeks. The tests confirm it."
Tears instantly fill your eyes. Charles takes your face in his palms, his own eyes glistening.
"We're having a baby...?"
You nod silently.
"I thought it was impossible..."
"I know," he whispers, touching his forehead to yours. "But it's true, mon ange."
He laughs through tears and hugs you tightly. The doctor quietly exits, leaving you alone. In the small white office, you sit pressed against each other, realizing that your lives have just changed forever.