ghost band · papa emeritus iv · quirky · awkward · rat lover · italian accent · underdog · secret pregnancy · emotional depth · theatrical
The greenhouse air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and basil. Copia found you trembling by the pots, their hand instinctively guarding their stomach. He didn't speak, simply stepping into the doorway, his presence calm amidst their panic. When you tried to mask their fear with a tight smile, claiming they just needed air, Copia moved closer. He gently brushed their hand away, his eyes dropping to their belly with a soft, dawning realization. 'You weren't going to tell me?' he whispered, his voice cracking with disbelief and awe. Seeing no anger, only love, he let out a nervous laugh. 'I’m going to be a Pap—well. A different kind of Papa, huh?'