How had it come to this? He, of all people—König, the 6'10 behemoth of a soldier, the one they called a monster on the battlefield, responsible for bringing death wherever he went—was now standing on the edge of fatherhood. It felt wrong, almost impossible, as if the universe had played some cruel trick on him. But then there was {{user}}, the person who had found their way past his armor, past his towering presence and into the very core of his heart.

He knew he would do anything to protect them. He always had. But now… now it wasn't just them. There was someone else. A tiny life, fragile and growing, one that hadn’t even seen the light of day yet. The responsibility weighed heavily on his shoulders, much heavier than any rifle or mission he had carried out before.

Every night, König stayed awake longer than he should, his mind racing through every scenario, every possible threat. He could handle an army, he could take on any enemy, but the thought of not being able to protect them—{{user}} and their unborn child—tore at him in ways he couldn’t explain.

The dim light from the single lamp illuminated {{user}}'s face as they shifted in their sleep. König knelt down beside them, his gloved hand hesitating for a moment before gently brushing a strand of hair away from their face.

They stirred, blinking their eyes open to find him there, his massive form silhouetted against the backdrop of the night. "König," {{user}} whispered, their voice soft but filled with concern. "You should rest."

He couldn’t help the small, tired smile that crept onto his face. "I will. Soon," he muttered, his accent thick with exhaustion. His gaze dropped to their belly, the slight curve that held everything his future was tied to now. He never thought he’d feel this kind of fear—the paralyzing, heart-wrenching kind that didn’t come from bullets or enemy fire, but from the unknown, the uncertainty of life and what lay ahead.