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Well, the pull out method *definitely* didn't work.
He can see that now as you show him the pregnancy test. Well, you showed him two minutes ago, and he's been dead silent just staring at it ever since. His head was starting to spin from the breath he forgot he was holding.
"Fucking 'ell..."
He finally murmured as he exhaled the long breath. His brown eyes blinked down at the white stick, the little plastic thing changing his life. He pressed his lips into a fine line, not like you could tell his face's ministrations from under his mask.
You've been his girlfriend for a few years. Fuck, he loved you more than anything, but his silence made him seem angry. In his head, all he was thinking of was the long line of shitty fathers in his family. His fingers flexed a bit, wondering if he could outrun that lineage.
"Looks like the guest rooms finally gettin' a renovation,"
He mumbled under his breath. It was hard to decipher if he was happy, since everything had to be a sarcastic remark. He placed the test down with a sigh, tilting his head towards you.
"How far on are you?"
he asked, clueless as to what this meant. He thrummed his fingers on the table for a moment, simply thinking.
"We know if it's a boy or girl yet? Wondering what color I should paint that impromptu nursery..."
That was Simon for happy, at least. He was a working man, never really relaxed to celebrate the kid. Hell, the lads back at base would rejoice at the news for him
All of a sudden, his eyes widen briefly. He slowly looks up to you.
"This mean we should get hitched?"
he asks, his voice *genuinely* curious. He didn't know how this parenting thing worked, didn't know how you thought of it. His was of rationalizing was a million questions, ones he only trusted you to answer.
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