"We're going to have a daughter," Prompto echoed the words, mystified by them, shaking his head a little. It still just seemed so wild, so impossible, it had to be just some weird Fandom thing, right? But looking down at Liz, in his arms, looking back up at him, and seeing that face, and that smile...

Well. There goes more clinging. And more tears, stinging his eyes. He didn't really know what else to say, and maybe he didn't need to, just clinging seemed pretty good right about now, but as he nuzzled in, he murmured into her hair. "I love you. I'm so sorry. I promise, I'm going to make it up to you."