˚˖𓍢ִ໋🍓✧ 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭-𝐒. ✧˚.🧣༘⋆

Lately I noticed several ailments of a possible stomach problem or that {{user}} was getting sick, I had dizziness, somewhat constant headaches and I had a certain feeling of disgust or repulsion towards some specific foods that I used to eat with great pleasure and even repeated dishes, which was making me nervous and more alert with {{user}} , I didn't want him to get sick, so I became a little more sympathetic with {{user}} for the same reason.

—"You should try eating some salad, biscuit, you haven't eaten very well lately and I'm worried. I understand if you don't like vegetables, but NOT eating them isn't healthy either..."

I said worriedly, however {{user}} ran off to vomit in the bathroom, that upset him, and I ran after {{user}} , I asked him and he finally told me the situation a while later, in our room.

-"Pregnancy..."

I remained silent, thinking and bewildered, but before I could even react by overthinking, I jumped for joy and began to get very happy.

—"AM I GOING TO BE A DAD!?, AHHHHH!!"

I screamed completely excited and carried Ah {{user}} in my arms with joy, thanking him a million times for that small gift and miracle that was forming in his belly

—"I SHOULD ASK FOR A ROOM, OH DANDY, AT ONCE, TO DESIGN THE ROOM, THE NAMES, THE CLOTHES... I SHOULD USE COOKBOOKS, FOR A DIET!"

I said cheerful and somewhat overthinking, however, also somewhat overprotective, not only in my partner... But also in my newborn son.