A father already?
That fast?!
Orson's heart pounded like a drum. As the mightiest archmage in Infinite Dimensions, he actually slipped on the threshold and nearly faceplanted.
Utter disgrace!
He steadied himself, emotions tangled beyond belief. He didn't even know how he should face Emma.
"What if it's all a misunderstanding? Wouldn't I be freaking out over nothing?"
His nerves were shot. He could clearly feel he wasn't ready—some guilty part of him even hoped it wasn't true.
Give him the battlefield, cutting down Heaven Demons by the legion—he was in his element there.
But being a dad? That was a thousand times trickier, way beyond anything he'd ever prepared for.
Panicking, Orson rounded the corner past the tea house—only to skid to a halt, brows drawing tight.
Blank was standing there, blocking his way.
"You're… you're rushing again. If there's anything… anything hard to say, just tell me, alright?"
