Amber shocked when Amber see her test report She's Pregnant

 Amber stared at the small, white stick in her hand, her breath caught somewhere in her throat. It was supposed to be foolproof. She'd followed the instructions to the letter, even setting a timer to ensure the accuracy. Now, the two faint pink lines stared back at her, a stark and undeniable truth. 

She’d asked for the blood test at the clinic just to be absolutely sure. After all, she and Liam had been careful. Mostly. Okay, maybe not always careful, but they’d talked about it. “Someday,” they’d both said, "Someday, when we’re ready."

Today was not someday. Today was just another Tuesday.

Now, unfolding from the envelope, the crisp white paper of the lab report confirmed what the stick had screamed: Positive. Pregnant.

Amber sank onto the edge of the bathtub, the cold porcelain a grounding force in the whirlwind of her thoughts. Twenty-five. She was twenty-five, with a fledgling career as a graphic designer and a tiny, rent-controlled apartment filled with plants and vintage finds. A baby? A baby felt like it belonged to a different Amber, a future version she hadn't even considered yet.

Liam. What would Liam say? He was ambitious, focused on his own career as a software engineer. They were a team, partners in a shared dream of city life and creative pursuits. A baby… a baby was a whole new playbook.

Panic started to bubble up, a fizzy feeling in her chest. She saw the potential future stretching before her, filled with sleepless nights, endless expenses, and a complete upheaval of everything she knew and loved. She imagined sacrificing her design projects, her weekends spent exploring art galleries, the spontaneity that defined their relationship.

She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. This wasn’t fair. This wasn’t the plan.

But then, a flicker of a different emotion cut through the panic. A sliver of… warmth. She imagined Liam holding a tiny, wriggling bundle in his arms, his face softened with a love she hadn't seen before. She pictured herself rocking a baby to sleep, the soft scent of powder and baby breath filling the air. A tiny human, a part of her and Liam, a miracle unfolding within her She opened her eyes, the bathroom suddenly feeling a little less cold. It wasn't the plan, no. But life rarely went according to plan.

She stood up slowly, a new determination hardening her gaze. She had decisions to make, conversations to have. Scary decisions, important conversations. But she wasn't alone. She had Liam. And maybe, just maybe, she had the strength to navigate this unexpected turn in their story.

Taking a deep breath, Amber walked out of the bathroom, the lab report clutched in her hand. The fear hadn't completely vanished, but it was tempered with a growing sense of hope. She pulled out her phone and dialed Liam's number. It rang and rang until the voicemail picked up.

"Hey, Liam," she said, her voice a little shaky. "Can you call me when you get a chance? I… I have something important to tell you."

She hung up, the weight of the moment settling heavily on her shoulders. This was it. The first step into the unknown. But as she looked out the window at the bustling city below, she realized that maybe, just maybe, the unknown wasn't so scary after all. Maybe it was just… new. And maybe, just maybe, she was ready