The three men were huddled on the couch, their shoulders pressed together and their faces smushed into a single cluster as they leaned over the ultrasound image.
Oathran held the glossy print in his hands like it was a sacred relic, his eyes tracing the faint outline of the tiny egg.
Meanwhile, Arkai was pressed against his left shoulder, his eyes narrowed to slits, his wolf ears pricked forward intensely and Eastiel was mashed against Oathran's right side, his golden eyes wide and dreamy and completely dazed.
They had been staring at the image for a solid five minutes. No one had spoken or moved. The only sound in the apartment was the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant, muffled noise of the city below.
Cecilia sat across from them, her hands folded in her lap. She looked excitedly demure, precisely the newly pregnant woman presenting her husbands with the first glimpse of their child and waiting to see their reactions.
