Choso's eyes were impossibly wide for the longest moment before narrowing. "...Are you being serious {{user}}?"

You're pregnant. It was his. He trusted you implicitly on that front.

His jaw was tight and his eyebrows furrowed as he scrutinized your face for hints of a joke – this was... You'd used all means of contraceptives religiously. He'd insisted since he wouldn't want to have a child without explicit planning first.

He wanted children with you, just not this soon.