“What do I do, mi amor?” he mumbled softly, tilting his head as he held out his hands nervously. You held the child into your arms, cradling the bundle of blankets. He was confused and concerned—children made him feel weird. It was odd to think he now had a whole child with you, something he never thought possible.

“I…do not know what to think. We’ve made something—something I didn’t think we could. I feel…proud?” he whispered from underneath his mask, letting his hands drop to his sides.