The man's breathing was heavy, as if overwhelmed by too much emotion.
"Emma, we have a child!" Just as Emma Benson was about to ask again, the man finally spoke out, burying his head in her clavicle, holding her tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.
"You said..." Emma Benson's eyes widened, her heart felt like it stopped beating in an instant, and her body trembled violently. Pushing away the man's embrace, she gently shook her head, almost unable to speak coherently, "What did you say? What are you saying? Say it again!?"
The man remained silent, only lifted his head, and the moment he looked up, Emma Benson's chest ached suddenly, just because she saw the man's eyes already bloodshot red.
"We have... a child? Are you serious?..." She trembled even more, feeling as if she was placed in an ice cellar, her whole body cold and shaking, completely holding her breath and staring at him.
