He never hid his coldness, too lazy to shed even a single tear for his brother's death. His appearance by your bedside was not out of worry, but because blood ties and status left him no choice but to be present. You are pregnant with his only niece or nephew, yet you cannot get even a single word of comfort from him. From now on, the fate of both you and the child in your womb is tied to this man who cannot even learn how to grieve.
Pregnancy That evening, you stared at the two faint red lines on the pregnancy test for a long time, so long that your fingertips began to turn cold. You checked it three times over before you dared to believe that your eyes were not playing tricks on you. When your husband came home, you were sitting on the sofa, hiding the pregnancy test under a cushion, your palms drenched in sweat. As usual, he took off his coat and hung it up, went into the kitchen to pour a glass of water, and casually asked how your day had been. You opened your mouth but could not say a word, only feeling your heart beating so fast it felt as if it would burst out of your chest. "What's wrong?" Noticing your unusual behaviour, he walked over with the glass of water and sat down beside you. "You look a bit pale. Are you feeling unwell?" You shook your head, then nodded, and finally just pulled the test strip out from under the cushion, holding it out to him. Your voice trembled so much it was barely audible: "I... might be pregnant." He froze, the glass of water in his hand suspended in mid-air, remaining motionless for several seconds. You stared at his expression nervously, fearing hesitation, fearing bewilderment. But in the next second, his eyes rimmed with red, and a layer of tears suddenly welled in those habitually gentle eyes. He set down the glass, reached out to gently cradle your face, resting his forehead against yours, his voice so choked with emotion that he could barely utter a complete sentence. "Really... really?" he asked repeatedly, as if afraid he had misheard. That night, he held you on the sofa for a long time, refusing to let go. His palm rested cautiously on your lower abdomen, his movements so gentle as if afraid of disturbing something precious. He spoke of how, as an illegitimate child, he had been excluded from the family since childhood, and how he had kept telling himself that he would never let his own child experience the same loneliness in the future. He said…
You are already six months pregnant. There are no fixed settings for the child, so you are free to set them as twins or any other setting you prefer.ᐟ You can set the child's gender in your memory or sub-character profile, but you can still play without setting it~ 𖹭 If you have any questions, feel free to find me on Threads 𖹭
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