I thought you'd enjoy a cute, sweet imagine I wrote for PonygirlCurtis722

Sitting on the bathroom floor, my hands shaking, I held the test, wrapped in toilet paper, in my hands, too afraid to look at it. What if I was pregnant? Corey and I had always talked about kids, but what if we weren't ready for this?

I wasn't even really sure why I bought the tests anyways, but the missed period did make me a little nervous. The look the clerk that rang me up gave me didn't make me feel much better. I mean, do I look that young? He and I are both out of college now, married too. I figured at first that with graduation and the wedding being so close, and then having to find a full time job right after, I was just a little stressed, but the more I thought, the more I wanted to check it out.

I tried to steady my shaky breaths, and calm myself down, but I couldn't do it. Until I heard Corey's voice, that is. He must've just come in, I realized as I heard the door slam.

"Emily? Are you home, babe?" He yelled.

"In here!" I yelled back. Even my voice sounded shaky as I sat against the cold bathtub. I could hear Corey's footsteps getting closer, and I longed to have him next to me right now. I need him to talk me through this, tell me it would be okay.

The bathroom door was wide open when he came walking by, and I didn't even care. He walked right in.

"Hey," he said, the tone his voice sympathetic. He must have thought I was sick.

"You okay?" He asked, sitting with me on the floor. Slowly, I handed him the wadded up toilet paper. He stared at me.

"Wait, what's this?" I stared at him, and after a moment, I unwrap it, and put it in my hand. Two pink lines were shown. I burst into tears, and I couldn't tell if they were from nervousness, excitement, or sadness. Pulling me into his lap, he took the test in his hand.

"Hey, isn't this what we've always wanted? A family," he said, softly. I thought about that for a second. A family. I liked it at first, but then a voice in the back of my head whispered, "What you've always wanted? Not if they look like you." So I said it.

"I don't want them to look like me."

"What, you want them to look like me?" He asked, chucking lightly. I nodded.

"Yeah. But just you."

"But you're beautiful," he said. He nuzzled his face in my neck affectionately. I looked up at him.

"Am I?" I didn't believe it. He nodded, looking into my eyes now.

"You are. We're gonna make the body beautiful babies in the world together. And I love you," he told me. But for a moment, I didn't believe it. Maybe it was pregnancy hormones, or maybe it was something I'd been holding in a while, but I cried more. He rubbed my back, hugged me close.

"Don't cry, baby. Everything's okay," he whispered, over and over and over. After I had calmed down, he kissed my cheek lightly.

"I love you, Emily. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."