Berwald Oxenstierna stood, worried, in the doorway of his and Tino Väinämöinen's bedroom. The latter was still in bed, groaning quietly; this had been the case for the past six days.
"Tino…" Berwald reached a hand towards him and stroked his hair.
"Ber, I really don't feel good this morning…"
"Then I'll take care of you." Tino blushed a little.
"Th -thank you… uhhhh…."
When the symptoms kept up for another week, the couple went to the doctor. The diagnosis? Tino was expecting a baby, and was having a rough time so far. Berwald caught him just in time when his wife fainted.
Back at home, the two sat together on the bed, with Tino huddled into his husband's secure embrace; it was obvious that his nerves were shattered.
"Ber, I don't think I can do this."
"It'll be okay, Tino."
"A baby… what's going to happen? I'm scared, Berwald!"
"We will get through this together. You know I'll watch after you. Both of you."