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

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.