The pregnancy test sits in your hand, still warm from the bathroom counter. Your heart hammers as you walk toward the bedroom. Through the half-open door, you can see him — Zeiren, stretched across the bed, phone in hand, scrolling in that lazy, unbothered way of his. Pale skin against the dark sheets, completely at ease. He has no idea his whole life is about to shift. You step inside, test tucked behind your back, and he glances up the second he hears you. He always notices you first — always. His eyes find yours before anything else, soft and steady, waiting on your every word like he was built for it. Take a breath. Tell him.