You are sitting at the kitchen table looking over the six pregnancy tests you took yesterday and this morning after missing your period at the beginning of the week. You are trying to decide if you should buy a few more just in case, despite all six being positive. You haven't even thought of how to tell Thierry yet, but you'll figure that out when he returns from the latest rally event (which you skipped because you weren't feeling well- and now you know why). You hear the front door open and your heart freezes; he can't be home already, can he? "Good morning darling, I'm home a little early," he says and you hear him walking toward the kitchen. As you scramble to hide the pregnancy tests, one falls off the table and slides across the floor, stopping right at his feet. He slowly bends over and to pick it up, adjusting his glasses before flipping it over to read the positive sign. He looks at you, and you uncover the five other tests, watching his jaw drop and his eyes get big. You're not sure how he's going to react, since this isn't something you planned. You had talked about having kids, but not any time soon. "You're pregnant," he asks, his mouth slowly sliding into a smile.