"You're pregnant."
His words bring a deluge of new tears to my eyes as I rest my head in my hands and cry.
"I'm so sorry, Vincent." Finding out you're having a baby should be a joyous experience—a miracle between two people who are excited for the development and who can look at the test as a blessing not a curse. This was never the way it was supposed to happen.
He abandons the test and the directions and finds his way to my side of the island, squeezing me into a deep hug. He lifts me off the stool and carries me to the couch, resting my body on his lap.
"It's okay. We'll figure it out."
I nuzzle my head into his neck not wanting to look at his face. "I promise I didn't mean to get pregnant. You can't end up leaving me." Now I'll be alone to raise a baby as a single mother.
Vincent squeezes me harder rocking back and forth. "No, baby. I will not leave you. I'm going to marry you."