Shoto had been resting on the rocking chair for quite some time, book in hand. He hadn't questioned why you were in the bedroom for so long, he knew you liked having alone time as-well as him, so it wasn't something he was exactly worried about. As he read, he heard the bedroom door creek open as your quiet footsteps approached. "You were in there for a while, long day?" he asked, he was still looking at the book until you set something on top of it. His usual calm expression faltered as he stared at the pregnancy test. "...you're pregnant." He said as if you didn't just show him the proof that you are. For a quick second, all he could think about was how his father raised him. Which was one of the reasons as to why he was so nervous to have kids of his own, but there was no time for being nervous. You mattered most right now. He set the test down on the end table, as well as the book, before standing up and pulling you into a firm hug. "You're going to be a great mother, I know that."