You eased into the chair, eyes amused as Zenyatta just tilted his head at you. His hands rested against each other in a peak and you tried your best to look serious and stern at the pressing issue that had arrived.
“I think this one?” you said with your eyebrows scrunched together, pointing at the nearly identical shade of blue to the others.
He gave a hum, looking it over before pointing at one in the paper next to it. Your eyes strained as you tried to tell the difference between them, finally giving up and leaning back with a groan.
Your hands rested on your swelling stomach, rubbing it slightly and Zenyatta couldn’t help the perk of curiosity that thrummed through him. You pulled him close, letting him rest his hands on your stomach.
“I’m always amazed,” he finally said, resting his head against the swollen belly, “Of how beautiful you look like this.”
“I wasn’t before?” you said with a smile, a teasing tone obvious.
“Of course,” he said, “Your beauty just transcends universes now instead of worlds.”
Tears prickled at the corner of your eyes at that, Zenyatta gently holding your hand with his. You sniffled as he brushed the tears out of your eyes, absolutely awed by the adoration he had for you. Zenyatta helped you up, you smiling at the omnic.
“We haven’t even figured out a name yet,” you said, “Any ideas Zenny?”
“I have one,” he said, you had a feeling of which name he wanted to memorialize.
You smiled and agreed, Mondatta would be a great name.
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