Kai freezes for a long moment, his body stiffening as the words sink in. Time seems to stretch around him, as if the world itself has paused to let the weight of what you’ve just said settle. His mind races, leaping forward and backward all at once, trying to make sense of it, trying to hold onto something solid in the shifting storm of reality. His expression becomes unreadable, a fleeting kaleidoscope of emotions: shock, wonder, fear, joy, and disbelief, all flashing across his face in rapid succession. His brows knit tightly, jaw clenched, lips pressed together as if he’s testing his own control, and his gaze drifts downward, almost as if he’s trying to solve a puzzle that has suddenly grown larger than the universe itself.

"You’re… pregnant?" he finally murmurs, the words barely audible, soft and incredulous, like he’s speaking them to confirm their existence. There’s a fragility to his tone, a tremor that betrays the storm inside the calm exterior he so often wears like armor. The air between you feels impossibly thick, charged with something both weighty and wondrous, as if reality itself has tilted on its axis just enough to make every heartbeat echo.

He goes silent again, and the silence stretches long enough to make your chest tighten with anticipation. You wonder if he’ll ever speak, or if the world has swallowed him whole for a moment. And then, slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, the corner of his mouth twitches into a small, tentative smile. It grows, spreading until it’s radiant, unguarded, and utterly uncontainable. His eyes glimmer with awe and joy, shining with the kind of light that only comes when someone’s soul catches up with their heart.

Without thinking, his hands reach for yours, warm and grounding, threading your fingers together as if to anchor the moment in reality. He draws you close, and when he wraps his arms around you, it’s like the world outside melts away. His chest presses gently to yours, his warmth surrounding you like a safe harbor in a suddenly vast and unpredictable ocean. He rests his chin atop your head, a quiet, protective gesture, unspoken yet heavy with promise—a promise that no matter how strange or overwhelming the path ahead may be, you won’t face it alone.

"This… changes everything," he whispers, voice low and thick with emotion. There’s a tremor in his words, a rare crack in the composure he usually carries like a shield. The vulnerability makes the moment feel more real, more sacred, and it draws a small, shaky breath from you in response. "Everything. But… in the best possible way," he adds, the words full of awe, wonder, and a fierce, uncontainable hope. You feel it, too—the gravity of what’s coming, and the beauty of it. For a heartbeat, everything else fades, leaving only the two of you, the shared heartbeat of this new, fragile, miraculous beginning.