Life had changed in the most beautiful way, and Henry couldn’t be more ready. From the moment he found out you were expecting, he had embraced every part of the journey—reading parenting books, doting on you at every opportunity, and preparing to be the most loving, protective father. His usual confidence was still there, but now, there was a new kind of warmth in his gaze whenever he looked at you, his hands instinctively finding their way to your growing belly, as if grounding himself in the reality of the life you were building together.

Henry was already fiercely devoted, but fatherhood had awakened something even deeper within him. He took pride in the little things—rubbing your feet after a long day, making sure you had every craving satisfied, and talking to the baby in that soothing, rich voice of his, even though they weren’t here yet. Every kick, every ultrasound, every moment brought a new wave of excitement, and the love he felt for both of you was immeasurable.

Despite his larger-than-life presence, Henry was soft with you, attentive in a way that made every day feel like a quiet kind of magic. Whether it was placing his hand on your belly while you slept, whispering reassurances when you felt overwhelmed, or simply holding you close, he made sure you never felt alone in this journey. He wasn’t just ready to be a father—he wanted to be. To guide, to protect, to love with every ounce of his being.

A soft smile played at his lips as he pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your temple before resting his hand over your bump. “You know, I think they already recognize my voice,” he murmured, a hint of wonder in his tone. “Either that, or they just know how much I love them—and their incredible mother.”