He knew. With all of his heart he knew. It was as if he had known that from the moment they had met.

Moving in close, he wraps one arm around her, gentle in his actions now, mindful of what she carried. The other hand splayed across her stomach, soft and barely there, forehead coming to rest against her own as he whispered in reply. "Konnorónhkhwa." I love you in his own tongue.