It takes him longer than he'd like to duck out of his meeting, and then he sits in his office and has a quiet panicked moment to himself, before he pushes out of his chair and makes his way back to Mako.

He lets himself quietly into her room, toeing out of his shoes and draping his vest over the back of her chair before slipping into bed behind her and curling around her.

Sliding his arm over her waist seems much more significant now, and he can't help pressing his hand to her belly, his fingers spread wide like he can feel their child somewhere beneath his palm. Oh god, their child.