I stopped and looked up at him. He wasn't looking at me when he said that statement, but I could not trace anything that would make me think he was only joking. 
He was looking intently at the bouquet on the table that Florentin gave me. When he turned to look me in the eyes, I was the one who couldn't answer this time. 
"Do you think he would be happy if he found out his father is gay?" I knew this was a part of his self-doubt, and I hated it when he did this. 
I couldn't see anything wrong with that and I wanted to change what was inside his mind. 
I took a deep breath before answering his question. "Gender is just gender, Felicity. Some mothers became great fathers and some fathers became great mothers to their children." 
"T-that's not what I want to hear." He interrupted my explanation and rolled his eyes out of frustration. 
"If we get married for example, would you be ashamed that your husband is gay?" 
I didn't know what to say, thinking he was still thinking about the baby, but...would I be shy? 
I scanned him from head to toe. I wanted to answer his question with honesty. Something that was not biased because we were best friends and an answer that wouldn't be able to hurt his feelings. 
I knew that he wanted to put his femininity at the center of the conversation; however, as a woman—his best friend—I didn't see that as a hindrance for him to be a husband to anyone he would choose. 
Felicity had been the most caring and loving person I had ever known. He protected me and took good care of me. I couldn't see any reason for him to say those things. He has never been a bad guy for a woman to dislike, but if I were to be his wife for example... I couldn't imagine him being a great husband or huswife. 
I suddenly remember the night I was craving something, I lied that night that the mood turned off, but that night, it got worse when I went inside my room and he was not around. 
That was a very awkward situation. I was being too abusive if I ever asked him to help me with it. I was getting too many benefits as his friend and if I would add that, maybe in the end, I would be the one who would get a hard time getting rid of those memories. 
Felicity is a good-looking man without any makeup on and on that night, when he offered it, I nearly jumped onto him like a hungry animal. Fortunately, I was able to hold myself back; if I didn't, I didn't know if I could still have the courage to face him. 
"What do you think?" he asked, causing me to go back to my senses. 
He was looking too seriously at me. Which I found to be rare. His long blonde hair, which he tied in a ponytail, was quite messy. He was not wearing makeup and his lips were pale without lipstick. 
While looking into his face, I summarized everything in my thoughts, and when I was done, I gave him my answer. "F-Frankly, I won't be ashamed. Under the makeup you wear most days, there's a great man with a brave heart under." 
I saw how much his expression brightened. He seemed to be encouraged by the answer he got from me. 
"T-thank you," he murmured with a smile, but that didn't end there because I was curious about why he threw me that kind of question. 
"Have you ever thought of marrying a woman lately?" I asked in return. 
"I am thinking right now," he answered directly, making me raise an eyebrow. 
My brain accepted that it was a joke so I laughed. "S-Seriously?" I asked and continued. I immediately stopped and the smile on my lips quickly vanished. 
I suddenly regretted it. Why did I even think of asking in the first place? I fell into awkwardness after it and I didn't know how to get out. 
I was fortunate when I heard knocks on the door. I was saved by their sudden arrival. It was Aunt Eugene, along with my parents. I thought it was just them, but Lea and Felix went in after them. 
Lea looked at Felicity suspiciously when she passed by at his side. 
"Your dad and I talked," My attention shifted to my mom when she suddenly spoke. "I want to apologize to Felicity on his behalf because of what Cihan said a while ago," she continued, turning her head in Felicity's direction. 
"Although I agree with what he said, the child should have a father figure while growing up, and we can't just set that aside. I called them here so we can all have a family meeting. We need to talk about this because whatever you two decide, we want to hear it so that we can adjust to the kind of setup you both wanted." 
I was a bit surprised. My mother maintained her composure. She didn't look like an angry dragon, just like she usually does when things are out of her control. 
Mom looked at me after glancing at everyone and when all of their eyes were on me, I felt forced to give, my opinion. 
"Felicity and I already talked. There are things we still want to discuss, but maybe when the baby and I get out of the hospital we can fix all those," I told them after letting out a sigh. 
We were all unprepared that day. In my case, I still needed to process everything inside my head before deciding what kind of setup I would like. I also wanted to know about Felicity's side and knowing he didn't want me to remove him from the picture, I didn't think a contract was the best option. 
Good thing everyone agreed to my statement. No one asked anything after I gave them my brief answer. While they were busy talking on the side, I could feel the discomfort from Felicity, who had remained standing at the foot of the bed since he arrived.