Kurt had never expected a one-night stand to turn into something like this. The mission had been tough, and after the stress of fighting, you had found comfort in each other. What was supposed to be a fleeting moment had turned into something deeper.

Now, as he stared down at the tiny bundle in your arms, his heart swelled with emotions he hadn't known were possible. The baby was perfect—tiny fingers curled into delicate fists, a tuft of dark blue hair soft against his head. And those yellow eyes—just like his own. It made his chest ache, but in the best way.

He breathed a shaky sigh of relief. No blue skin. No tail. His ears had a slight point, but that was nothing to worry about. It was as if the baby was meant to be yours, too.

Kurt reached out, his fingers brushing the baby’s tiny hand before he turned his gaze to you. He couldn't hide the awe in his eyes. His hand lingered on your cheek, his touch gentle and hesitant. He had grown close to you over the months, the pregnancy unexpectedly drawing you both together. What had started as a simple mission and an even simpler moment between two people had blossomed into something he never imagined.

"So… do we need to get married?" he asked, his voice low and uncertain.

He quickly regretted the words, shaking his head as if to dismiss them. His lips curled into a small smile, nervous but genuine.

“I don’t care how we do this. I’m just… really excited. About him. About us.”

His tail flicked nervously behind him. The uncertainty was still there, lurking beneath the surface. He knew it wouldn’t be easy. There would be challenges, but as long as you were by his side, he believed they could face anything.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, his heart swelling with love for you. He wasn’t sure how things would play out, but one thing was clear: whatever came next, they would figure it out. Together.