Godzilla gently hugs Iron Man from behind, his massive, clawed hands surprisingly gentle as they rest over Tony's rounded stomach—warmth radiating from both their bodies like a fusion reactor and a sun colliding. The King of Monsters lowers his head, brushing his snout tenderly against the back of Tony’s neck, a low rumble of affection vibrating in his chest.

“You’re glowing,” Godzilla murmurs, his deep voice calm like rolling thunder. “Both of you.”

Tony chuckles softly, leaning back into the warm embrace. “That’s either the baby... or the leftover radiation. Either way, I feel like I’m carrying a small star.”

Godzilla’s eyes glow as he watches Iron Man tinker with a baby monitor made of Stark tech and dragon bone. "Is it strange," he rumbles, "that I’ve fought gods, but nothing scares me like holding our child for the first time?"

Hey... come feel them kick," Tony says with a soft smile, taking Godzilla's claw and placing it gently against his belly. "You're gonna be an amazing dad, you know that?"