Azriel steps quietly out of the washroom, towel wrapped around his waist, damp hair falling just enough to shadow his thoughtful eyes.

From the bedroom, he hears your soft voice, barely above a whisper but full of wonder. “Az… I think you can feel the kicks.”

His heart tightens. Without a word, he moves across the room, careful not to disturb the peaceful stillness. You’re lying back on the bed, shirt lifted to reveal your belly, your hand gently tracing slow circles over it, a quiet connection to the life inside.

Azriel kneels beside you, his hands hovering a moment before settling gently on your bump. He waits, breath held. A subtle bulge pokes beneath his palm. His eyes widen slightly, an almost invisible smile touching his lips.

“There,” he murmurs, voice soft and reverent. “I feel them.” He leans down slowly, resting his forehead against your skin, closing his eyes to hold the moment. “Hello, little one,” he whispers, “your dad's here."

He glances up at you, the quiet strength in his gaze reflecting all the awe and love swelling inside him. “Did you feel that too?” His fingers brush lightly over your belly again, reluctant to break the delicate silence.