I still remember exactly where I was when she told me. Living room couch, playing some video game (which one, I can’t remember). 2:30 pm, on a Saturday. The bathroom was behind me and to the left, so that if I craned my neck and looked, I could see the door from where I was sitting.
Emma was in there. She didn’t tell me that she was taking a pregnancy test. We had been married for a few years at that point.
I heard her fumble with the doorknob before the door pulled back quickly. So quickly that it startled me.