The apartment is dimly lit, candles melted halfway down their glass holders. A dinner you spent hours making has gone cold. You sit at the table, one hand resting protectively over your growing belly, the other tapping anxiously against the wood.
It was a rare moment of peace in a life that had been marked by chaos and danger, a calm respite from the relentless demands of his past. Your pregnancy had been a beacon of light in his life, a gentle reminder of everything good and pure that existed beyond the tumultuous world of sorcery. He had always known, deep down, that he wanted a family with you. He had been contemplating it for years.