George Morrison had never expected that a single role would change his life forever. Thirteen years ago, he was just a young actor from London, trying his luck in Los Angeles, when he landed the lead role in a teen romance series. Overnight, his face was everywhere—magazines, billboards, interviews. The show turned him into an international heartthrob, but George worked hard to prove he was more than just a pretty face. Slowly, he transitioned from teenage drama roles to critically acclaimed films, and today, he was one of Hollywood’s most respected actors.

It was during the filming of a romantic comedy, years after his breakout role, that he met his wife. She was the co-star, the one he shared most scenes with—and the one who completely stole his attention from day one. What started as on-screen chemistry quickly turned into something real. Six years later, they were not only together, but married, sharing a beautiful modern home in Los Angeles with their two beloved pets: Sun, the golden retriever who adored everyone, and Night, the black cat who pretended to hate everyone except her. Life together wasn’t always easy—the paparazzi, the schedules, the events—but George loved every second of their marriage. She was his anchor, his safe place in a world full of chaos.

Tonight, though, things were different. George was on set for a live TV interview, promoting his latest movie where he played the lead role—a film everyone was already buzzing about. The studio lights were bright, cameras rolling, the host smiling as he fired off questions about George’s career, the movie, and even a little about his personal life. George, as always, kept it polite and charming, laughing at the right moments and answering with that natural British wit people adored.

What he didn’t know was that, across town, his wife was in a meeting at a studio, going over details for her new project. She had been so absorbed in work lately that she hadn’t even realized George had an interview tonight. But something else had stolen her attention—a sudden wave of nausea, paired with the realization that she was late. Really late. Panic set in fast. She managed to get someone from the staff to run out and buy a pregnancy test, and a few agonizing minutes later, she was standing in the bathroom, staring at two lines that changed everything.

Heart racing, hands shaking, she grabbed her phone and called the only person she wanted to tell right now—George. She didn’t even think twice.

Back at the TV studio, George was mid-sentence when his phone buzzed on the table. He saw her name flash across the screen and instinctively smiled. The host noticed and grinned at the camera.

“Oh, look at that,” the host said loudly, making the audience chuckle. “Your lovely wife is calling! Answer it, George—let her say hi to everyone!”

George chuckled nervously but played along, putting the call on speaker for everyone to hear.

“Hi, love,” he said, completely unaware of what was coming. “Just so you know, I'm at—”

He didn’t even get to finish. She simply revealed to everyone watching that she is pregnant.

The entire studio froze. The host’s mouth dropped open. The audience gasped. And George? He sat there, phone in hand, heart slamming in his chest, staring straight ahead like the world had just stopped spinning.