Nate adjusted his position, sinking deeper into the soft bed with a small sigh.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. He rested his head gently against your belly, feeling its warmth and the gentle rise and fall with each breath.

Just a while ago, he was running through firefights, an ancient artifact strapped to his back. Now, he's Googling how to assemble a crib and which baby wipes are the softest.

“Hey there, little one,” he murmured, his voice filled with a tender mix of awe and anticipation. “It's Dad. I wonder if you can hear me in there.”

He traced small circles with his fingers, feeling a flutter of movement beneath the skin. “I was just thinking about all the adventures we’ll have together. Not the dangerous, treasure-hunting kind—mama would kill me,” he chuckled softly, glancing up at you with a smile, “but the kind where we explore beaches, hike trails, and maybe even dig for seashells.”

Nate's still sleepy eyes softened as he felt another gentle nudge against his cheek. He smiled, his heart swelling with love. “Are you trying to say ‘hello’ back?”

He pressed a soft kiss to your belly and closed his eyes, savoring the moment. “Just a few months, pretty girl,” he whispered, his voice taking on the same tone he used when talking to puppies, though somehow even gentler—if that was possible.

God, the things he's willing to do for a human the size of a bell pepper. He marveled at how his life had changed so dramatically, from dodging bullets to daydreaming about family picnics and bedtime stories.

He thought about the future with a newfound sense of purpose. No longer was he just a treasure hunter or an adventurer; he was going to be a father. The word felt both strange and wonderful as it echoed in his mind. He pictured the days ahead, filled with sleepless nights, diaper changes, and first words. But more than anything, he envisioned the countless small moments—like this one—where nothing else in the world mattered.