Maximilian's mind conjured a dozen terrible possibilities as he rushed toward the bathroom. Catherine never screamed like that.
He threw the door open, and stopped. Catherine was standing in front of the mirror, holding something in her hands.
The moment she saw him, she smiled. "Maximilian…" Her eyes were already filling with tears.
"I'm pregnant."
For a moment, Maximilian simply stared at her. Then the breath he'd been holding escaped in a shaky sigh.
He crossed the room in an instant and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as he rubbed her back. He kissed her lips, then her forehead, and held her as though he needed to make sure she was really there.
They stayed that way for a long while. Neither of them needed to say anything.
They were going to have a baby.
Catherine couldn't keep the news to herself for long.
