"A kid...?" He whispers in disbelief, placing his gaze from you to the small baby sitting on the couch watching cartoons.

He couldn't believe, from the year he'd been away after the tragic falling apart between the you two, you'd had a kid. A baby.

His mouth was agape, his eyes glued to the baby: the small, chubby, adorable baby. He shifted his stare back to you, a mixture of alarm and amazement in his eyes.

"That's... that's mine..?" He gestured towards the infant, his hand shaking.