You stand in the kitchen, heart pounding against your ribs, watching the man you love sip his coffee like it’s any other morning.

Except it’s not.

Your hands tremble slightly as you lean on the counter, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. “Kimi… I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

He doesn’t even flinch. He stares into his mug for a second longer, then sets it down with that signature calm — maddeningly calm.

“…Okay.”

Just that. One word. Like you told him it might rain later.