The Perfect Day

River stood by the fountain in Maple City's central park, her blonde hair catching the morning sunlight. She held her pink wedding planner notebook close to her chest, pages filled with sketches of flower arrangements and seating charts.

"Everything has to be absolutely perfect," she whispered to herself, flipping through the pages. Her brown eyes sparkled as she imagined walking down the aisle in the white dress she'd already picked out.

Her phone buzzed. A text from Ernie: "Can't wait to marry you, River! You're amazing."

River smiled, but it felt different than her usual charming grin. This one was real, soft around the edges. She touched the fountain's edge, watching the water cascade down the stone tiers.

"The reception will be right here by the water," she decided, making another note. "With white roses everywhere and..."

Her stomach suddenly felt queasy. River frowned, pressing her hand against her abdomen. She'd been feeling strange all week.

The Morning Visit

River's stomach churned again as she walked away from the fountain. The queasy feeling had been getting worse each morning this week.

"Maybe I should see Dr. Martinez," she muttered, pulling out her phone to call the family clinic.

Twenty minutes later, she sat in the bright examination room, swinging her legs nervously. Dr. Martinez, a kind woman with graying hair, entered with a clipboard.

"So you've been feeling nauseous?" the doctor asked, making notes.

River nodded. "Every morning. And I'm so tired lately."

Dr. Martinez asked several questions, then stepped out. When she returned, her expression was gentle but serious.

"River, I need to ask - is there any chance you could be pregnant?"

The words hit River like cold water. Her wedding planner slipped from her hands, landing on the floor with a soft thud.

"That's... that's impossible," River whispered, her voice barely audible.

But deep down, as the pieces clicked together, she knew it wasn't impossible at all. Her perfect wedding plans suddenly felt very far away.