Wyleen nodded, unsure if it was appropriate to smile or not, “I am.”
His face fell slightly, shocked, before he gritted his teeth and pounded both fists on the table, causing Wyleen to jump. “No, say you’re lying to me.”
“I—I’m not. What is the matter? I thought you would be pleased?” Wyleen put her hands on Katakuri’s forearm, trying to calm him down.
“Pleased? Wyleen Marie, I can’t…how could…” He trailed off, trying to keep himself level, though his voice had risen an octave.
Wyleen flinched slightly at hearing her first and middle names come out of Katakuri’s mouth. “I-I’m sorry, I-“
“What if the kid looks like me, huh?” He grabbed her shoulders, his composure breaking.
She blinked, “Then I would love them all the more.”
“Wylee, the kid is going to look like a damn pelican eel!”
