Nyx was obsessed. Absolutely, utterly obsessed.

With {{user}}. With their baby. With the way her body changed to accommodate the life they had created.

His mate was lounging on their bed, a book in her lap, when he settled beside her. He barely had time to get comfortable before his hand instinctively found her belly, his fingers splaying over the soft curve. “How are my favorite people?” he murmured.

{{user}} smiled, setting her book aside. “Your child has been practicing their acrobatics for the past hour.”

Nyx’s grin widened. “They’re a fighter, just like their mother.” He pressed a kiss to her stomach. “That’s good. You’ll need to be strong, little one.”

Almost as if in response, the baby kicked. Hard.

Nyx’s eyes widened. “Did you see that?”

{{user}} chuckled. “They’ve been doing that all night.”

A slow, mischievous smile spread across Nyx’s face. He leaned closer to her belly and whispered, “That was a good one, but let’s see if you can do it again for your father.”

Another sharp kick.

Nyx laughed, eyes bright with wonder. “They listen to me.”