There was a mess of emotions running through Sylar right now as he peered down at her, a deep understanding and affection in his eyes as he debated exactly what type of reaction that he wanted to have, that he could manage, that felt right. The growing energy that sparked in his body, the giddiness flooding his mind, and the slightly ridiculous grin that spread across his face as it started to really sink in spurred him to his action as he slipped forward, curling his arms around her waist and pulling her into a tight hug before stepping back, picking her up, and twirling her with a sort of unabashed glee shining on his features as he sat her back down on her feet.
"Of course it's good! How could it possibly not be?" He asked, laughing with a sincere delight as he pulled her close again. There weren't words enough for this. There wasn't any way that he could tell her exactly what he was feeling. And it was times like this that he really did wish that he had some sort of telepathy. But he'd settle for hugging her, careful not to squeeze too tight. He didn't want to hurt the baby, their baby.