When you tell him, his expression hardly changes at first, his calm, calculated exterior holding firm. But in his eyes, you catch it—a flicker of surprise, awe, and something deeper, something unguarded.

For a heartbeat, he simply stands there, the weight of your words sinking in. Then, as if drawn by an invisible thread, he steps closer, his hands finding your face with a gentleness that feels like a secret meant only for you.

"You're serious?" he asks, his voice low, threaded with a vulnerability he rarely shows.

You nod, and slowly, as if the realization is breaking over him like a rising tide, his lips curve into a smile—soft, unrestrained, and wholly genuine. "We're going to be parents," he whispers, the words tinged with disbelief and wonder.

His hand slips down, coming to rest against your stomach. His touch is reverent, protective, as though he's already guarding not just the life growing within you, but the entire world you’re building together.