Out of all his feelings for Ciri, aside from his passionate love, Calvin felt pride for his wife. She had come so far in such a short amount of time. She had not lived the full life of a human and grown with the activities and engaging moments he and all other human's had. Yet here she was, beautiful and growing more intelligent by the day, and having his child. Calvin would never have thought all those years ago when he met her in the woods that this would happen. It filled his heart with a warm feeling.
"Me, too," he agreed. "I kinda like my eyes. But for its sake, I hope it has your nose." He tapped her nose lightly for emphasis before putting his hand back on her small tummy. In a few months it would be big and he could rest his head against it and listen for a heart, feel for kicks.
It was so exciting!
"I'm sure it'll be tall, too. Give Go'al'enu trouble, maybe. If it's a boy he'll have to chase him all over the place once he can walk." Calvin chuckled, imagining it. "If it's a girl, she's never meeting any boys. Ever."