Kento stares at the your stomach, at the bump that’s clearly there. “I’m sorry,” he says after a silence so long it leaves his ears ringing. “If I’d know you were…”

The rest of his sentence dies on his tongue. He looks down, away from you, away from his child clearly growing inside you. When he’d dumped you months ago it was because he didn’t want to hurt you. Being a sorcerer means his life is forfeit. He wanted better for you. He wanted… Kento doesn’t know anymore.