"Coran, obviously," Allura says, combing her fingers carefully through Lance's hair and thinking, I am my father's daughter in this, too.

She can feel Lance's smile through her thin nightshirt like she feels his warm hand touching the round hill of her belly, cradling their child through her skin and muscles, and there's laughter in his voice when he says, "Obviously."

Then he lifts his head from her shoulder and leans over her, tucking a wayward lock of hair behind her ear, and it's right there in his eyes, the love and the trust, and when he says, "Our little one deserves only the best, just like you did," it's because he does understand.