"I… I'm going to be a father?" he asked, the words leaving him almost soundless.
For the first time since she had known him, Fernando stumbled over a sentence.
Sofía tightened her fingers around his hand and nodded.
A breathless laugh broke from his chest.
He pushed the duvet down from her body and adjusted his oversized shirt around her, making sure it covered her thighs before lowering himself. Gently, almost reverently, he pressed his ear to her stomach.
"I can't hear the heartbeat," he murmured, brows knitting together. "Why can't I scent him?"
His wide green eyes lifted to hers, open and almost boyish in their confusion.
"Corinne said it would be safer to keep the pregnancy hidden until you returned," Sofía explained softly. "So Cécile masked the baby's scent."
Understanding dawned across his face and he gave a small nod. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face against her belly, holding her as if she might disappear.
