Tears of joy roll down my face as I stare at the stick.
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All three of them positive. "Honey I'm home" I hear toms muffled voice say and the door slam.
I wipe the tears and fix my self in the mirror. You not an actor for nothing y/n. I push the tests into the bin and walk out the bathroom. "Hey love" Tom says walking over to me and hugging me. "Hey how was filming today?"
"Meh.. I wish you could've filmed with us today" he shrugs. "I know I'm sorry I was sick" I lie kissing him before and after.
"You feeling better?" He asks cupping my face. "Well I wanna tell you something I sighs. "Now I only just found out and it might be fake but..." she states. "I'm pregnant"
"What?!" He yells. "No no no no this is a joke"
"I'm sorry... I want to keep it... cause if I kill it that guilt will haunt me forever... you can leave me" I sigh tears coming back. Tom grabs my hips and sighs kissing me. "Who told you I didn't want it" he smiles.
7 years later
"Happy birthday Robert" I kiss my sons cheek. He blows out his candles and squeals as Tom starts cutting the cake.
"My 6 year old" tom grins as he places the cake to Robert. "Daddy where's my slice" my daughter Lizzie asks. "Please" she adds on.
Tom kisses my cheek as I admire my two beautiful kids.
Even tho they were both mistakes 😳
