Makoto Tachibana wasn't acting like his normal self. Actually he was far from it.

Up until now, he's been a solicitous and apprehensive man like any first time father would.

But when he wandered into the kitchen one particular morning, he seemed more perturbed than per usual.

"Mako, are you all right?" you asked concerned, whilst putting together a cup of tea.

"No. I had the weirdest dream about the baby last night," Makoto said, seating himself at the table.

"Aw! Was it a boy or a girl?"

"Oh it was a boy. A goat boy! Half goat, half boy."

"Gross." you chuckled, approaching his seat, carrying his plate of food and a drink.

"Do you think it means something?" he questioned out loud, mostly to himself, while you retrieved your plate and tea.

Having fathomed over something else, Makoto turned asking, "Hey, do you remember last night when I felt a move and we both thought it was an elbow?"

"Yeah...?" you agreed anxiously, standing in front of him.

"What if it was a hoove?" he stated with a poker face.

"Honey, we are not having a gooat boy," you reassured, chortling, setting down the two objects in your hands and replacing them with Makoto's hands.

You placed one of his hands on your small, bulging stomach.

"But even if we were, I'd still love him because he would be ours."

Finally convinced, Makoto smiled his warm, kind-hearted smiles, tenderly gazing at your swollen belly, leaning forward.

"Meh-eh-eh-eh!"

Makoto being repulsed, backed away instantly as you repeatedly apologized in between your fit of giggles.

"That's not funny!!"