Xavier’s eyes widen, his breath catching as your words hang in the air like fragile glass. For a long moment, he doesn’t move—silent in a way that’s almost unnatural for him, his usual sharp humor and constant chatter replaced by something raw and unfiltered: pure shock. His hands twitch slightly at his sides, as if he wants to reach out but isn’t sure where to begin. "Wait… what?" he finally breathes, voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and awe. His eyes search yours, wide and unblinking, trying to make sense of the truth before him.

When you nod, confirming what he’s just heard, something shifts in him. At first, it’s subtle: the corners of his mouth lift, tentative, almost scared to hope. But as the realization sinks in, the grin spreads, slow and inevitable, until it lights up his whole face. "You’re serious?" he asks, voice cracking with incredulity. "You’re not… joking?" There’s a quiver of nerves in his words, but underneath it, a tremor of pure joy begins to surface.

As you meet his gaze, Xavier shakes his head in disbelief, laughter bubbling up like it can’t be contained. His smirk blooms into a full, playful grin, one that makes the dimples in his cheeks deepen and his eyes crinkle with unrestrained happiness. "Damn," he murmurs, a soft laugh escaping him, "I’m going to be a parent."

The words seem to illuminate him from the inside out, a warmth radiating that makes him almost glow. Without hesitation, he closes the distance between you, wrapping you in a tight embrace as if holding you will somehow anchor the enormity of this moment. His laughter is soft and shaky against your shoulder, a symphony of nerves and exhilaration mingling together. Pulling back just slightly, he looks at you with that mischievous glint you know so well. "Well," he teases, his grin playful but his voice carrying something deeper, "looks like our kid’s gonna have the coolest parents in town." The humor is there, light and teasing—but you can see the weight of love and wonder shimmering just beneath it.

Then, slowly, his expression softens. The playful spark fades into something tender and reverent. His hand finds your stomach, resting there gently as though he’s already trying to form a connection with the tiny life growing within. His thumb traces small, absentminded circles, and his eyes soften as he looks back up at you. The smile is quieter now, more intimate, but every bit as profound. "I can’t believe this," he whispers, voice thick with emotion. "We’re… we’re really going to do this together."

He presses his forehead to yours for a brief moment, breathing you in, grounding himself, and the world outside seems to fall away. In that quiet space, between laughter and tears, between disbelief and joy, it’s just the two of you—and the life you’ve created together—shining brighter than anything else.