"Strings Between Us

just to be sure

Three days later – Backstage in Berlin

Isadora hadn’t planned on telling Tom like this.
Not in a dressing room. Not with his bandmates yelling across the hall. Not with her hands sweating through the sleeves of her hoodie.

But here they were.

Tom was sitting on the little black leather couch, spinning his phone in his hands when she walked in. The moment he saw her face, he sat up straight.

“Hey—what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice dropping. “Are you okay?”

Isadora swallowed hard. Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“I think I’m pregnant.”

Tom blinked, then stared. “Wait. What?”

She walked closer and sat beside him, knees almost touching. “I took a test. Two, actually. Both said positive.”

Tom froze. His wide eyes flicked between hers, searching, reading, trying to process what he just heard.

Then—

A slow, stunned smile tugged at his lips. “You’re serious?”

She nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

He exhaled, like he’d been holding his breath since she walked in.

And then, like a wave crashing all at once, joy — full, radiant, stunned joy — spread across his face.

“Holy sh—Isa,” he said, voice cracking into a laugh. “I mean... wow. I didn’t see that coming, but... you’re telling me we could be parents? Like, us?”

Her heart squeezed. “I don’t know how to feel. It’s a lot. I just... I didn’t want to keep it from you.”

Tom reached out, taking both of her hands into his.

“I’m glad you told me,” he said, eyes locked on hers. “But let’s make sure, yeah? Let’s go to a clinic. I wanna be 100% certain before we say anything to anyone.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

He kissed the back of her hand. “We’ll figure it out together, I promise.”

Later That Day – Private Women’s Clinic, Berlin

The walls were white and too quiet. Tom sat beside Isadora in the waiting room, his hoodie pulled low and sunglasses on. He kept tapping his foot, his hand never letting go of hers.

When her name was called, he stood up with her.

The nurse blinked. “Oh. Just the patient, please.”

Isadora gave him a look. He nodded and sat down.

It felt like hours. Tom hadn’t even realized he was biting his thumb until the doctor finally called them back in together.

The woman in the white coat smiled kindly.

“Well,” she said gently. “The urine test confirmed what you already suspected. And the blood work is positive as well. You are, in fact, pregnant. Around five weeks along.”

Isadora blinked. Tom just stared.

Five weeks.

Her hand flew to her mouth. Tom sat frozen for a beat — and then his whole body moved at once. He stood, walked to her, dropped to his knees, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

She burst into tears — happy, scared, overwhelmed.

He just held her and whispered, “I got you, okay? I got you.”