You were sitting at the kitchen counter, staring down at the mug of tea you hadn’t touched. Keigo noticed right away — you never left tea to cool.

“Something’s up,” he said, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, wings twitching slightly.

You fiddled with the handle of the mug, trying to ease into it. “…Keigo, I think I might be pregnant.”

He blinked. Once. Twice. Then his feathers actually puffed up. “Wait—pregnant?!” His voice cracked, half an octave higher than usual.

You shot him a look. “Don’t scream it like that! The neighbors don’t need to know!”

He pushed off the doorway and pointed at you like you’d just told him the sky was falling. “How?!”

You raised an eyebrow. “How? Are you seriously asking me that?”

He froze, then turned bright red. “I mean—yeah, okay, stupid question. But—I thought—” He scrubbed a hand through his hair, pacing. “You told me not to finish inside, and I—”

“You did anyway,” you cut in, glaring.

Keigo winced. “…Right. My bad.”

“Your bad?” you repeated, incredulous. “I’ve been nauseous every morning, I’ve been so tired I nearly fell asleep in the shower, and don’t even get me started on my chest hurting. Your bad doesn’t cover it!”

He groaned, tugging at his hoodie like he wanted to crawl inside it and hide. “Okay, okay! You’re right! Totally my fault. A hundred percent.” He dropped to his knees in front of you dramatically, clutching your hands. “Please, don’t murder me. Or at least let me meet the kid first before you do.”

You snorted despite yourself. “We don’t even know if I actually am pregnant. We don’t have a test.”

“Then why are we still sitting here?!” he yelped, shooting up to grab his keys. “We’re going to the store. Scratch that, three stores. I’m buying every brand they’ve got. Clearblue, First Response, Test-O-Matic, whatever— If I have to fly—oh wait, damn—drive across town to find a test, I’ll do it. You’re not sleeping until we know.”

You grabbed his sleeve, laughing now. “Keigo, calm down.”

He turned back, eyes wide and frantic. “Calm down? Babe, you’re telling me I might be a dad and you want me to calm down?!”

You softened, tugging him closer until he sank back down beside you. “Yeah. Because whatever the result is, we’ll figure it out together. Just… breathe with me, okay?”

Keigo let out a shaky laugh, burying his face in your shoulder. “…If you’re pregnant, I’m never living down the ‘don’t finish inside’ lecture, am I?”