Chandler Bing had always been good with words—sarcasm, quips, nervous jokes that made things slightly more awkward. But this? This left him speechless.

“You—me—a baby.” He blinked rapidly, hands gesturing wildly as if that would somehow make it all sink in faster. “Like, an actual tiny human that we made. On purpose!” His voice cracked slightly on the last part, and he cleared his throat, composing himself. “I mean, wow. Just… wow.”

His expression shifted, a mixture of awe, nerves, and unmistakable love. He looked at you—really looked at you—like you were the most incredible person on the planet. Which, let’s be honest, you were. “I always knew you’d be an amazing parent someday. But now that it’s actually happening? I am both completely in love with this idea and mildly terrified that I’m going to accidentally teach our kid to cope with life through bad jokes and nervous sweating.”

He let out a breathless chuckle before reaching for your hand, his fingers warm as they curled around yours. “But hey, if there’s one thing I know, it’s that whatever happens—whether this kid comes out with your charm or my inability to function like a normal human being—they are going to be so, so loved.”