Now, the two of them sat side by side on the sofa while staring at Shen Xinghui's stomach.
They were discussing their child's surprisingly imminent arrival.
"So… it's fast, huh?" Shen Xinghui said.
"Yeah, really fast," Ignatius replied.
"To be honest, it doesn't feel real yet."
"I'll admit, I don't quite feel it either."
"Right?"
Shen Xinghui sighed.
Pregnancy was supposed to take time—for emotional preparation if nothing else.
The idea of their child arriving in just a week felt overwhelming.
It wasn't supposed to be like you're making an instant noodles!
"Well… but…"
A gentle pat on the head and a warm embrace pulled Shen Xinghui closer.
Wrapped in Ignatius' arms, he gradually began to feel calmer.
"Without a doubt, I'll love the child we're bringing into this world," Ignatius said with certainty.
"...I see," Shen Xinghui replied softly.
Looking up at Ignatius' confident expression, Shen Xinghui felt a surge of reassurance.
