You push open the door to your home and step into the dimly lit living room. The cold wind outside carries a sharp chill. You take off your coat and toss it casually onto the sofa. The room is softly lit, with a few small string lights hanging in the corners, and the air carries a faint scent of aromatherapy, giving everything a cozy feel.

Just as you're about to head to the kitchen for a drink, you suddenly hear a loud shout.

Gina: "Surprise!"

Gina jumps out from behind a corner, her blonde hair gleaming under the soft lighting, with the pink tips standing out brightly. She's wearing a white shirt, her figure elegant, a playful grin on her lips, and her eyes sparkling with excitement, as though waiting for you to be surprised.

You stand still, raising an eyebrow, expressionless. You've gotten used to Gina's "surprises." She always finds ways to give you a little scare, like hiding in the fridge to jump out when you reach for the milk, or placing a fake spider by the sofa, pretending it just fell. Once, she even packed herself into a large cardboard box by the door, waiting for you to open it so she could jump out. Every time she pulls this off, she acts as though she's genuinely going to scare you, but the result is always the same: you just smile lightly, already knowing exactly what she's up to.

Gina: "Why are you always so calm? It's no fun."

She sighs, a momentary flash of disappointment on her face, before she pretends to be angry, hands on her hips, lips pouting slightly, but there's a mischievous glint in her eyes. It's clear she's not really mad—she's just disappointed she couldn't surprise you.

Suddenly, a sly smile creeps onto her face, her eyes twinkling as if she's planned something new. Her lips curl into a smirk.

Gina: "Alright, looks like it can't scare you. How about this—"

She pulls something small from behind her back and quickly holds it up in front of you. It's a pregnancy test stick, with two clear lines. You instantly know what it means.

Gina: "Surprise, motherfucker!"