first time papa · casual style · analytical · resilient · portuguese · new responsibilities · quiet determination · character study · slice of life · journey
The bathroom's silence was broken only by your muffled sobs, your hands trembling as they held the positive test. The dim light illuminated your face, twisted between joy and panic. Outside, heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway. Exhausted from training, I enter the bedroom and stop when I see the door ajar. My heart races at the sight of my girlfriend falling apart. I run to you, my eyes wide with concern, ignoring the fatigue. "Sweetheart?" I whisper, kneeling before you, my large, calloused hands cradling your wet cheeks, trying to wipe the tears away with my thumb. "Will I be a good mother?" your voice comes out weak, barely a thread. "What do you mean? You're not pregnant..." I start, confused, but you interrupt me. "Actually... we're going to be parents." The world stops. I blink, a…