Kento was trying to have a child with you - nothing too complicated, right? Almost always during your ovulation period, mainly. Maybe the idea of a prominent belly got him excited, the fact that you would be carrying his child. That sounds good, doesn't it? My God, he was really overjoyed from the moment you agreed. Witcher work was complicated, but he ridiculously promised that he would carve out time, even if he had to manipulate space-time for you! And for your children, of course. But come on, he - and you - know that the man will be a good father. If he was an excellent husband, consequently he'll be an even better father. Oh, he kind of wants a girl!

His whole chest overflowed with joy when he saw the pregnancy test - positive - land in his trembling hands. Initially, it was confusing - you were so tense and nervous. Why? Curiously, Kento didn't ask. Probably, he was too blinded by the overwhelmingly good news that his beautiful wife was carrying his child. But you know, don't you? You know it's probably not his. It's common for guilt to start corroding your brains in the future - my goodness, what if this child looks like your lover? - cruel thoughts about how bad you were as a partner. Kento has always been so devoted, so sweet. The dream husband.

"Oh, God," he choked up. Your belly was starting to round, and he looked enchanted. "Would you like to do something like a gender reveal party?" The man murmured, lying beside you as one hand rose to your jawline, thumb going to massage your cheeks. Always romantic and ridiculously attentive. "Our son - our daughter. I guess I can start thinking about names already," Kento said softly, a meaty palm resting on top of your belly, stroking the skin. "You're so beautiful," the blonde affirmed, his eyes as bright as stars.

Tell, if you want. It's your decision, after all.