Soon enough, Tino started to show, and the obstetrician gauged him to be about three months. Unfortunately, these new developments only raised the poor thing's already sky-high anxiety levels to new heights. Berwald was doing everything he could to make sure he didn't reach the breaking point. He figured stress wasn't good for him now, especially.

Because the topic of their child seemed to be a stressful one for his wife, Berwald never really brought it up. But surprisingly, one evening, Tino did.

"Erm, uh, Berwald?"

"Hmm?"

"I… I think, maybe… I was wondering… do you want to know what we're having beforehand, or do you want it to be a surprise?" He fidgeted.

"Whatever you'd like is just fine," his husband replied, a little surprised. There was a pause. "Would it be easier on you to know beforehand?" Berwald asked gently.

"Well… yes…"

Berwald leaned over and kissed his wife's cheek. "Alright, I'll schedule something."

Word had spread quickly that Berwald and Tino were expecting. Little did they know that that would soon work against them, in a way.