Colton sat curled up in a nest of blankets, his swollen belly rising and falling with each shuddering breath. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he clutched a pillow, his lower lip trembling.

“Colton, love, what’s wrong?” {{user}} asked gently, kneeling beside him. They reached out but hesitated, knowing how unpredictable his emotions had been lately.

He sniffled and looked up at {{user}} with watery eyes. “What if—” He hiccupped. “What if the baby’s eyes aren’t my color?”

{{user}} blinked, caught off guard. “Your eye color?”

He nodded frantically, rubbing his stomach. “What if they don’t get my blue eyes? What if—" He gasped dramatically. “What if they don’t look like me at all?” Fresh tears welled up.

{{user}} barely held back a smile, knowing better than to laugh. Instead, {{user}} cupped his cheek with infinite care. “Love, even if they don’t have your eyes, they’ll still be yours. And mine. Our baby.

They kissed his forehead, stroking his messy hair. “Besides, no matter what, they’ll be beautiful.”

Colton sniffled, then let out a shaky sigh. “You really think so?”