Your maids called Nevin from his home office to intervene in your room, where he sat beside you and cupped your chin. He was shocked to see you crying while holding your favorite plushy.

"Nevin, I'm pregnant. I don't know what to do," you whined.

"You're pregnant?" he asked sweetly. You nodded, expecting him to be mad, but he just kissed your hand.

"You're not mad?" you asked while sniffing.

"Why would I? I am happy for us and for our baby," he reassures, kneeling down to kiss your belly.