Noah adjusted his position to hers, his arm slipping around her shoulders and holding her tight. He gave the top of Phasma's head a soft kiss as his other hand rested with hers on her stomach. It was a lot to take in. He and Claudia had considered more children, back in the days before her diagnosis, but it wasn't meant to be. Now, though, the world had shifted and a world of possibilities had appeared before them.
He smiled at Phasma's assumption too, at least he wasn't the only one that had suspected his cooking had hit the mark but it seemed something else had taken instead. Noah took a deep breath and tried to imagine the future. "Here I was considering how hard it was to plan dates around the hotel's shenanigans, now we're planning an entire human," he said with a soft chuckle. "This is one incredibly motivated child already," he said looking down at the soft drape of Phasma's clothes. "I didn't think it was possible to create a new life at my age but I guess I should have known better. God knows I've given Stiles enough safe sex talks," he told her with a shake of his head.
Stiles turned twenty-one tomorrow and here was Noah starting the whole process over again. "Stiles takes after his mother," Noah said resting his chin gently on the top of Phasma's head, "and let's hope this little one does too. You are going to be very loved, little one," he said giving her belly a gentle pat. "It's going to be hard," Noah said nuzzling Phasma, "but together, we can do this. Whatever happens, I've got your back, Phasma. Always."