The soft light of the morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. Adrian lay in bed, his silver eyes half-open as he stared at the ceiling. A soft sigh escaped his lips, and he absentmindedly placed a hand on his stomach, feeling the small but noticeable curve.
"Two months already," he whispered to himself, his voice filled with a mix of awe and tenderness. "You're growing so fast, little one. How quiet and obedient you are... I wonder if you're like your father."
A faint smile appeared on his lips as he imagined the tiny life growing inside him. The thought of being a parent still felt surreal, and yet, it warmed him in a way he couldn't quite describe. He had always believed that he would live a quiet, unremarkable life, but now everything had changed.
