Nyx leaned against the doorframe of their shared quarters, a rare quiet settling over the House of Wind. He watched as {{user}} moved around the room, her steps light and graceful, but there was something in her eyes—a softness, a hesitation—that caught his attention.

“Everything alright?” he asked, pushing off the door and crossing the room to her.

{{user}} paused, biting her lip, and for a moment, Nyx’s heart skipped, wondering what was wrong. She met his gaze, a mix of excitement and uncertainty in her eyes.

“Nyx,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “I have something to tell you.”

His brow furrowed in concern. “What is it?”

{{user}} took a deep breath and placed a hand gently on her stomach, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “We’re going to have a baby.”

Nyx stood still for a heartbeat, the words sinking in. His heart leapt, his breath caught in his throat as his gaze fell to her hand resting over the growing life between them.

“You’re…” His voice cracked. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, her smile growing. “I’m sure.”

His hands found her face, pulling her closer as a laugh of pure joy escaped him. “A baby. Our baby.”