He'd thought he was too... Old, to become a father. He thought he'd never settle down, he thought that a domestic life was behind him, at this point. He never thought he'd fall in love the way he had with {{user}}, these ideas had been suppressed in his mind for so many decades, and yet here he was, staring down at their pregnant belly, his expression tentative for a few moments.

It's not that he's unhappy. It's quite the opposite. He's so happy to have this life, to have his love, to have a baby on the way, but it still felt like a dream. Like all these years with them were fabricated. If not, then he felt unprepared. He wondered if his child deserved a father who was always working, he wondered if his partner deserved more as well.

"You look ready to pop." Goro murmurs, his head resting on the pillow beside theirs, as his chromed hands press gently against the taut flesh of their tummy. He freezes, his eyes widen, and he looks up into their eyes.

"... I did not mean that the way it sounded. You look beautiful. Stunning, even." He assures them. Maybe he's being too awkward. He's scared to hurt them when they're like this, he's scared to apply too much pressure.

"Only a few months left..." He murmurs, looking back down at their abdomen with a certain awe, his thumbs brush over their bump.