Zuriel doesn't move for a few minutes, and his eyes are fixated on me. His expression is stoic. I hold my breath, and the more he remains silent, the more the lump in my throat grows, and slowly, I feel a tear hit my cheek. I clear my throat, 

" I know you don't want this. I know that, and forgive me that it happened," I croak, the weight of my regret heavy in the air. It shouldn't have. He needed to be ready to be a father and not just spring this on him. Zuriel is scared to move or speak, afraid to make it real, but it is...