Both of us settled down in peace and the routine barged in yet again. Our life was going to change in sometime and we didn’t even know it.

I went to the kitchen to prepare his favorite breakfast — fried eggs and wheat bread with a tinge of honey in it. In the meanwhile, he was getting ready. Then he was having his breakfast and he accidentally spilled honey on my dress. Thank god he did! I rushed to the restroom to clean it.

After I was done with cleaning my dress, I saw the pregnancy tester staring at me from the closet. We had been expecting for several months, I knew it had five strips in total and four had already been used and I had no faith in the fifth once. But something inside me told me to try one last time.

So I took the test and waited to confirm the colour of the strip, to see if it had changed. I went speechless for a minute when I saw the result. I didn’t know how to react so I started shouting (screaming to be precise). My man, who was about to start his day in a calm, sophisticated manner came to the restroom and asked, “What? Again World War 2 with Cockroach?”