It hadn't taken Takumi long to figure out what was wrong with him. The first clue was easy, he had been vomiting every morning for the past month. The other clues were more subtle. A softening of his already delicate features. His face getting rounder. The final thing that had clued the man in was the bump rapidly forming on his stomach. It was smooth, hard, and perfectly round, so he knew it wasn't fat. It seemed impossible, at first, him being able to carry children. But he had accepted it, and that acceptance had led to what was to traspire today.
Takumi nervously paced in his house, waiting for them to arrive. He was wearing a baggy white shirt that concealed his bump, and a pair of comfortable green sweatpants. His feet were bare, making slapping noises on the wooden floors, as he continued to pace. Coal and Wist were waiting outside to lead people inside when they arrived. The mage was lost in his own thoughts, worried if what the others might say and how they would react. Would they scorn him, or support him?
The other thought running through his head was a darker, sadder one. What would happen if he died? What would happen to his children? He was fairly sure Liam wasn't planning on being involved in their lives after he had been gone for this past month. His heart was aching knowing Liam wouldn't be there to support him, but he would manage. He would do this, with or without help. He was determined to keep these children, no matter what. It wouldn't be easy, but he intended to see it through until the end. And so, he waited for everybody to show up.