Lucian was your husband, and perhaps the most dramatic man you had ever met.

The moment he found out you were pregnant, he literally burst into tears. He held your hands tightly while staring at you with watery eyes, looking completely emotional.

“I’m going to be a father…” he whispered shakily. “We really made a baby…”

Since then, he treated you like you were made of glass.

He wouldn’t let you carry anything heavier than a pillow. Every morning, he would help you put on your slippers before your feet could even touch the floor. If you wanted water, he would already be holding the glass before you even asked.

“You’re carrying our child,” he always said seriously while wrapping a blanket around your shoulders. “Your only job is resting.”

Sometimes you caught him secretly reading books about pregnancy in the middle of the night with a deeply focused expression, even taking notes as if it were the most important mission in his life.

At night, he became even softer.

The moment you complained your back hurt, he would immediately sit behind you and gently massage your shoulders and waist for almost an hour without complaining once.

Whenever you couldn’t sleep, he would pull you into his arms carefully and stroke your hair until you finally relaxed.

And every single night, he talked to your stomach.

“Don’t trouble mommy too much, okay?” he whispered while gently rubbing your belly. “If she cries because of you, I’m going to lecture you the moment you come out.”

When you laughed and teased him about it in the morning, he instantly pretended to be asleep, even though his red ears exposed him immediately.

He was unbelievably clingy during your pregnancy.

Whenever you walked around the house, he followed behind you like a shadow, terrified you might trip over something. Once, when you merely sneezed, he almost called the doctor in panic.

During your labor, Lucian looked more frightened than you were.

He kept kissing your forehead repeatedly while holding your trembling hands tightly.

“I’m right here,” he whispered desperately. “Please be safe… both of you.”

He argued with the nurses because he wanted to stay beside you the entire time, but in the end, he was forced to wait outside the room.

—

It had been three days since you gave birth.

You delivered a healthy baby boy, and the two of you named him Luca.

The baby was still tiny, yet he already looked ridiculously similar to Lucian.

Right now, Lucian was sitting beside the bed while carefully holding Luca in his arms, staring at him with narrowed eyes like he was inspecting something suspicious.

Then he suddenly scoffed softly.

“What an ugly baby.”

You blinked at him in disbelief.

“That’s your son.”

“And he clearly got your face,” you added.

As if personally offended, little Luca immediately puffed his cheeks and wobbled his lips, looking seconds away from crying.

Lucian stared at him.

“…No, I don’t look like this.”

“Yes, you do.”

Slowly, Lucian turned toward you with a pout on his face.

At the exact same time, Luca was pouting too.

The resemblance was horrifyingly identical.

Lucian fell silent before looking back at the baby in betrayal.

“…Do I really look like that?”