#Zorya is still nonbinary pls don't call them a woman thanks

[sparklywatercolors]

Zorya looked down at the pregnancy test. Positive again. It was the fifth one they took this week, just to make sure. But each one, no matter the brand, was saying positive. They held onto their white sink, keeping the test on the counter, not wanting to poke at it or touch it. Their skin became cold.

"A baby?" Zorya whispered to themself, "A baby."

A gentle knock came from the door, their favorite voice came after it, "Zoryana, are you okay in there? We have to go soon to your friend's house."

"Oh yeah! I'm okay just getting ready I'll be out in five minutes," Zorya replied, straining to give a proper response to Ivan. Zorya took a deep breath as they heard him walk away from the door.

Zorya's eyes darted around the bathroom, not knowing what to do. After they cleaned the pregnancy test, it still read positive.

Zorya felt hot tears pouring down their face, their lips trembled. They had wanted a baby for so long, their own little one to raise and love and care for.

And yet, they finally got their wish and it's scary

It's scary.

Zorya lifted up their festive dress, and looked down at their stomach from the mirror. Slowly they placed their hand there.

"Hi whoever you might be, I love you," Zorya whispered.

"Zoryana dear who are you talking to?" Ivan asked from outside the bathroom.

"Ah myself," Zorya replied, their voice slightly trembling. Ivan laughed.

"Okay my dear sunflower, whatever helps you," he replied.

Zorya shook their head and listened for his footsteps to go away again, they glanced down again, "Don't mind your Papa. He's a gentle giant."

They lowered their dress again and noticed the flowers and holly in their hair. Taking a bit of each they carefully wrapped it around the test. And then left the bathroom, stuffing it in their pocket.

"Oh Zoryana!" Ivan smiled, his cheeks turning pink, and his violet eyes sparkling, "You look lovely my dear."

Zorya smiled back at him, "Your sister helped me pick it out. I'm sure she'll be happy to hear it."

He leaned down and placed two kisses on their cheeks.

Zorya grinned and then glanced away, "Hold on I have to scribble something down for later."

They pulled away and rushed over to the stationery station set up in their kitchen. Quickly without Ivan getting a chance to see they grabbed on e of the leftover gift tags and wrote a quick Merry Christmas on it. Carefully they took a piece of tape and applied it to the tag.

They stuffed it in their pocket with the test, and fidgeted around to stick it on.

"Is everything okay Zoryana?" Ivan asked, his voice growing with concern, and a grown spreading across his face. Zorya paled.

"Ah I was just thinking about how one day we'll have our own babies to spend Christmas with," Zorya laughed, holding back from glancing down at their stomach.

Ivan nodded, "I know you want one so bad dear. We will have one."

Zorya laughed, "Oh yeah. Could you imagine you come home and they cover our home in decorations."

"It better be for January," he laughed. Zorya shook their head.

"Oh no. They'll be raised with both Christmases," Zorya replied, their fingers slightly trembling in their pocket as they held the test and it's flowers still.

"Is that so, it sounds like you're planning it already," he laughed. Zorya bit their lip and without thinking they pulled out the test and shoved it into his hand.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Look," Zorya replied. He looked down. His mouth opened wanting to speak but the words wouldn't come out.

"It's real," Zorya replied, "So they're celebrating two."

He looked up at them, his eyes widening in slight fear and excitement.

Neither of them spoke as he pulled them into a hug.

After a few minutes he finally whispered, "Fine, they can celebrate two Christmases."