The question confused Zephyr for a moment. His fingers wandered up to Zeke's face, brushing away a tress of hair and following the curve of his ear. "I would... but I thought you'd break with me, now." He moved a little closer when he'd said this, as if he by this could indicate wordlessly that he wanted Zeke to stay. A hesitant kiss was placed on the other man's cheek, before Zephyr withdrew slightly.
"She's pregnant. With my kid." The fright was written in his eyes, he just couldn't hide it.