I may had picked the wrong time, because he kept continuing his painting without a single word

“Do- don't you have something to say?” I asked trying to not sound as annoyed as I actually was.

“Congratulations.” 

What I wanted to do was smash the painting that seemed more important than the topic we're talking about, what I did was think of a sentence that would make him actually answer me. 

“Aren't you happy or something?” maybe I should've said anything else. 

“Are you?”

“Am I? Of course I am!”

“Then keep it.”

“I'm keeping it either ways, what the hell are you thinking!”

“Nothing.”

This was too much for me to handle, I stormed out of the room without any second thoughts. 

 I kept replaying what happened there in my head, yeah okay well I didn't except fireworks to be lit and confetti everywhere but I wanted a smile to be crept across his puffy cheeks and his eyes to turn a little glassy, I didn't even want a hug or a pat on my back that would mention that he will be there for me in this journey, but I got absolute nothing, I didn't feel happiness or even acceptance, what on earth I shouldn't be thinking of “acceptance” when I'm bringing a child to the world, there shouldn't be a word like this in this situation, there's always happiness surrounding people. But why wasn't any su