Kreo convinced Azazel to stay in his house for a few days as a rest, and Azazel agreed. 

"When are you going to tell the people your powers?" Azazel asked. "Your father would be proud."

"Nah, the time would come but not now." Kreo answered as he put his arm around Azazel. "How about you? Do you want to tell my parents that they're going to be grandparents?" 

"Telling them that would mean telling them your powers," Azazel replied. "Like you said, the time would come." 

Kreo didn't reply, his mind somewhere else again. 

"Kreo," Azazel turned to look at him. "You've been thinking about the villain, haven't you?"

Kreo looked back with confusion, "I'm not really worried about that person, to be honest. I was thinking about something else." he answered. "It's a surprise." 

"What kind of surprise?" Azazel asked with curiosity. 

"A surprise that you need to wait," Kreo replied with a soft grin. "I'm getting vengeance on what you did to me." 

"For a dress?" Azazel laughed in disbelief. "How long do I have to wait?" 

"It's not just about the dress," Kreo admitted with a playful glint in his eyes. "It's about showing you that I can surprise you too."

Azazel raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Kreo's response. "Well, I'll be waiting eagerly to see what you have in store," he said with a grin.

 Kreo gently put his hand on Azazel's stomach again. 

Azazel smiled at him. "Why do you like doing that?" He asked.

"I don't know," Kreo answered with a chuckle. "Maybe it's a way of feeling you and the kids at the same time." 

Azazel pushed Kreo's head to the side. "You'll hold them all when they're here." 

"You'll be there to see it," Kreo said as he rested his head on Azazel's. 

Azazel smiled but he didn't know if he could promise that. 

Azazel's reflection stared back at him, the small bump a stark reminder of the life growing inside him."I just hope you won't get too big," he whispered to his reflection with love but his expression quickly changed. "Who am I kidding? I'm not fit for this stuff."

As he sank onto the bed, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him, Azazel couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of disbelief. "Why me?" he muttered, his voice trembling with fear.

Tears ran down his cheeks. His finger brushed against the small bump, his touch gentle yet filled with confusion. Why was he crying? 

Azazel's sobs echoed in the quiet room, his tears flowing as a tidal wave of emotions crashed over him. 

"Fucking hell," he muttered, his voice choked with emotion. "How am I supposed to go through this? How do women even go through this??" 

As the reality of his situation settled in, Azazel felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over him as he ran to the bathroom. 

"Tòng si le…" Azazel said as he walked down stairs. 

"Love, do you want some-" Kreo stopped his tracks as he passed Azazel.

Azazel looked up at him, his eyes red and swollen from crying. "Want some of what?" he asked.

Kreo paused, taking in the sight of Azazel. Without a word, he approached Azazel and gently cupped his face in his hands. "Your eyes…" he murmured softly, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "What happened? What's wrong?"

Azazel leaned into Kreo's touch, finding peace in the warmth of his embrace. "I don't feel like myself anymore," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "This feels like horror."

Without hesitation, Kreo brought Azazel into an embrace. Kreo held Azazel close, his heart heavy with concern for his partner.

 After a moment of silence, he whispered softly, "I'm here for you, Azazel. Whatever you're going through, we'll face it together. You're not alone in this."

"At least you're not carrying life in you," Azazel joked. "I'm hungry." 

"You want pizza?" Kreo asked. 

Azazel nodded. 

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[Kreo's POV]

As I held Azazel in my arms, I couldn't shake off the worry in me. Seeing him in distress tore my heart. But I had to stay strong for him. 

"I wish I could take away your pain," I murmured, pressing my lips against his hair. "I promise I'll do everything I can to support you through this. We'll figure it out together." 

I gently stroked his back, hoping to offer some comfort amidst the storm of emotions he was facing.

As Azazel's pregnancy progressed, our bond grew stronger. I found comfort in his presence, I cherished every moment we spent together.

His overnight stays at my house became more frequent, and I welcomed his presence with open arms. Despite my anticipation, I kept the surprise I had planned for him.

Meanwhile, Karla still didn't know Azazel's pregnant with three, and we decided to keep it that way until the time was right. As we waited for our children, Azazel and I often wondered about their genders.

During one of our conversations, Azazel asked me what I hoped for. 

"Whatever gender our children would be, as long as they were yours." I teased. 

"Come on, tell me!" Azazel replied with curiosity and excitement.

"Fine," I answered. "I want girls that look like you."

Azazel chuckled at my answer. "But I want boys that look like you."

With three little ones on the way, we didn't care, we just wanted them to arrive safely. As I planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the life we were creating together.