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When was my last period? I try to think back but realize I can't remember for sure. With how busy things have been lately between work and spending time with Rhett, I hadn't been thinking about my period.

After we’re done for the day, I keep the pregnancy thoughts to myself for now. As I drive home, my mind races with thoughts about the pregnancy tests sitting in the passenger seat. What will I do if they're positive? How will Rhett react? We've only been together for a few months—are we ready for this?

I try to calm myself down, reminding myself I don't know anything for sure yet. Maybe it's just stress or a stomach bug making me feel off. There's no need to panic until I actually take the tests.

When I get home, I immediately head to the bathroom with the tests. My hands shake slightly as I read the instructions and take both tests. Now comes the agonizing wait for the results.

I set a timer on my phone and pace around my small apartment, unable to sit still. My mind continues to race through all the possibilities. If I am pregnant, would Rhett want to keep the baby? Would he stick around?

The timer beeps, startling me out of my thoughts. I take a deep breath before looking at the tests. My heart pounds as I see two clear positive results staring back at me.

Pregnant. I'm pregnant.

I sink down onto the closed toilet lid, my legs suddenly feeling weak. A mix of emotions washes over me—shock, fear, but also a tiny flutter of excitement.

I'm pregnant. With Rhett's baby.

My hand instinctively moves to my still-flat stomach. There's a life growing inside me—a little person Rhett and I created together. The thought both terrifies and amazes me.

I know I need to tell Rhett, but I'm scared. We haven't been together that long. What if he freaks out? What if this is too much, too soon for him?

I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I need to be sure before I say anything to Rhett. These home tests can be wrong sometimes, right? I should make a doctor's appointment to confirm.

With shaky hands, I pull out my phone and call my OB/GYN's office.

I sit nervously in the waiting room of my OB/GYN's office, my leg bouncing anxiously. I managed to get an appointment for the next day, not wanting to wait any longer to know for sure.

The nurse calls my name and leads me into the back. First, to pee in a cup and then to follow her back to an exam room. She takes my vitals and asks some routine questions before telling me the doctor will be in shortly.

As I wait, I can't stop my mind from racing through all the possibilities. What if the home tests were wrong and I'm not actually pregnant? Part of me would be relieved, but another part feels a pang of disappointment at the thought.

And if I am pregnant, how will I tell Rhett? We haven't talked about kids or our long-term future yet. Is he even ready to be a father?

The door opens and Dr. Chen walks in with a warm smile. “Sofia, it appears your pregnant.” She sits down across from me. “If we’re going by your last period, I’d say you are six weeks and two days pregnant.”

I feel a mix of emotions wash over me as Dr. Chen confirms the pregnancy. Relief at finally knowing for sure, excitement about the new life growing inside me, but also fear about what this means for my relationship with Rhett.

“How are you feeling about this news?” Dr. Chen asks gently, noticing my conflicted expression.

I take a deep breath. “Honestly, I'm not sure. It's a lot to process. My boyfriend and I haven't been together that long...”

Dr. Chen nods understandingly. “That's perfectly normal to feel overwhelmed. Do you have any questions or concerns I can address?”

We spend the next twenty minutes discussing early pregnancy, what to expect in the coming weeks, and scheduling my next appointment. Dr. Chen gives me some pamphlets on pregnancy and prenatal care to take home.

As I leave the doctor's office, my hand instinctively goes to my stomach. There's a tiny life growing in there—my baby. Rhett's baby. Our baby. Holy shit, this totally scares the shit out of me.

I sit in my car for a few minutes, trying to process everything. I know I need to tell Rhett soon, but I'm scared of how he'll react. We've only been together a few months, is he ready for this huge step?

Taking a deep breath, I start the car and head home. As I drive, I try to think of how to break the news to Rhett. Should I just blurt it out? Try to ease into it? Maybe I should wait until I'm further along to tell him?

No, I shake my head at that last thought. Rhett deserves to know as soon as possible. This affects him just as much as it does me.

As I drive home, my mind races with thoughts of how to tell Rhett about the pregnancy. I know I need to do it soon, but the idea terrifies me. What if he freaks out? What if this is too much, too soon for him?

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. Rhett loves me. He's a good man. Even if he's scared at first, I have to believe he'll step up and support me through this.

When I get home, I send Rhett a text.

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