He was happy that the prospect of their child made her so happy. He knew that she did a good job raising Tristan on her own. But he also knew how easy it could have been for this to all get overwhelming. They hadn't planned Tristan. They hadn't even thought they could ever have kids. And then he was gone, and almost immediately afterward she had found out that she was pregnant. He couldn't help but be so proud of her for being so strong. She had a resilience unlike anybody else, but he was still sorry to have put her through this.
He was mostly watching her, even when the image popped up -- the way she lit up immediately. He pressed a kiss to her hand.
But his attention couldn't stray too long -- he looked up at the image on the screen. At the very distinct shape of their son.
"That's our baby," he told her quietly, overwhelmed just at the image -- which was ridiculous. It was so small, so barely visible on that screen. But so present in every way that mattered.