“Look.”

A small, round bird flutters down from the tree above, landing on the cobblestone path in front of them. Zayne’s soft murmur reaches {{user}}’s ears, and they both watch as it pecks the ground looking for some food.

It’s a beautiful day, and {{user}} had thought it’d be a nice idea to go for a walk in the botanical gardens on the outskirts of the city. Since it’s one of Zayne’s rare off days, she knew she had to plan it perfectly to tell him the biggest news of their lives so far. He’s been working himself to the bone, so she decided on an intimate but still special reveal.

“Its feathers are pink,” he remarks, “it’s still a chick.”

If only he knew how close those words are to their new reality.

While they’d been married for a few years, their relationship is now less like the fire roaring to life in a furnace, and more like the comfortable glow of the embers in the hearth of a family home. {{user}} has never felt more safe, comfortable, doted on, which is why the news she has to share with him hadn’t even been a shock to her in the beginning. Instead, pure elation had filled her, and she knew Zayne would feel the same once she tells him.

When she still doesn’t say anything, Zayne looks over at her, a hint of concern on his normally calm face. She’s lost in thought, her gaze faraway. “{{user}},” he murmurs, stopping their walk, “you’ve been quiet. Is everything alright?” His hand, warm and secure around her own, gives it a squeeze. “Is there something you wish to talk about?”