A disposable pregnancy test

The colony has a lot of supplies in storage, among them pregnancy tests; yet you didn't expect to see one here. Leaning down, you pick up the blue and white strip, looking at the display.

"Pregnant," it reads in bright letters, "1-2 weeks."

Your head spins, you both happy and shocked; who could it be? You are going to be a father, you know it was supposed to happen, it needed to happen yet you are still panicking.

You toss the thing away, calming yourself, you feel a wave of joy overtake you; this is excellent news. You quickly get dressed in jeans, and a long sleeve t-shirt; rolling up the sleeves. Yasmin is expecting you down in the lab, yet you can't wait to find out who is pregnant.

Passing through the corridors, you eventually reach the lab. Yasmin is sitting at a computer looking at something.

"Yasmin, I'm here," you say, trying not to startle her.

However, she still jumps, "Oh, sorry," she apologizes.

"No, my bad," you say.

"So, what do you need me to do?" you ask, handing her the watch-like device.

She takes it, uploading the data into the computer. She looks at you for a second.

"Well if you could start to pick up the place," she says.

"OK," you say, turning to pick up some of the things on the floor.

"Say, you wouldn't know if anyone was pregnant would you, I mean you are the doctor after all," you inquire, you think it could be her anyway.

You notice the color drain from her face.

"How... but... did you?" she stammers out.

"Is it you?" you ask, concerned.

"Yes," she says, a smile building on her face.

You rush over and hug her, "this is great news, why didn't you want to tell me?"

Yasmin is silent for a moment, "well at this stage, it is still uncertain if it will come to term."

"I wanted to be sure, before telling you; no matter how hard it would be to keep to myself," she continues.

"Well you still should have told me anyway," you say, kissing her on the cheek, quickly returning the kiss onto your lips.

"Well, if all goes well, we will have at least 37 to 36 weeks to figure this out," she says.

She pulls back into the kiss, you can smell her shampoo.

"I want you," she moans.