𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒 𝟙,𝟚,𝟛 𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 / 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤

Robert Shwartzman - Pregnant 🤰🏼

You had been dating Robert Shwartzman for nearly two years, and in those years, your relationship had blossomed into something beautiful. His racing career often took him away, but the time you spent together was filled with love and understanding. You had talked about the future — marriage, kids, maybe even a dog one day. But those were all conversations meant for the distant future, or so you thought.

One evening, you both sat together in your apartment after he had returned from a particularly grueling race weekend. His arm was draped casually over your shoulders as you snuggled up on the couch. He was exhausted, but happy to be home with you. You had felt a little off for a few days, but you chalked it up to stress or just not feeling well. But something in the back of your mind nagged at you. Could it be?

That night, after Robert had fallen asleep, you took a pregnancy test.

Two pink lines.

Your heart raced as you stared at the test in disbelief. How were you going to tell him? This wasn't part of the plan, not now. You loved him, but you hadn't expected this chapter to begin so soon.

The next morning, you couldn't keep the secret in any longer. Over breakfast, you took a deep breath and blurted it out.

"Robert, I'm pregnant."

He looked up from his cereal, spoon halfway to his mouth, frozen in place. A mix of shock and something else — excitement, maybe? — crossed his face. For a moment, it was silent, and then a slow smile crept onto his lips.

"Wait... really?" he asked, setting his spoon down and coming around the table to you. "Are you serious?"

You nodded, the nerves bubbling up inside you. His arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you into a warm embrace. "This is... wow. I mean, it's unexpected, but we'll figure this out. Together."

His words, his confidence, made you feel better, and over the next few days, you began to adjust to the idea of becoming parents. The whirlwind of emotions was overwhelming, but as always, Robert was your rock.

A few weeks later, you both went to your first ultrasound appointment. You were nervous but excited to see the first glimpse of your baby. Robert held your hand tightly as the doctor prepared the ultrasound machine.

Moments later, the room filled with the sound of the doctor's voice. "Well, there's your baby," she said with a smile, pointing to the screen. You squeezed Robert's hand, your heart swelling with joy.

But then the doctor frowned slightly, tilting her head as she examined the screen more closely. "Hold on a second..."

You and Robert exchanged confused glances, wondering what could be wrong. The doctor's frown quickly shifted into a smile. "Well, it seems you're not expecting just one baby."

Your heart skipped a beat. "What?" you whispered.

The doctor turned the screen toward you, showing not one, not two, but *three* tiny heartbeats. "You're having triplets!"

The room spun for a second as the weight of her words sank in. You and Robert sat there in stunned silence, your hands clenching each other's as you both processed the news.

"Triplets?" Robert finally managed to say, his eyes wide in disbelief. "As in... three babies?"

The doctor nodded, still smiling. "Yes, three healthy little ones. Congratulations!"

Your head swam with a million thoughts. Three babies. You and Robert had barely wrapped your minds around having one, let alone three. Robert let out a stunned laugh, running a hand through his hair as he turned to you, his blue eyes wide but sparkling with joy.