He's actually shaking. Porthos doesn't register that his hands are trembling until they're both lying on the bed and he gets the chance to peer at Aramis through his blurry, tear-stained eyes, unable to do anything but sniffle for a moment as he thinks of how little time they have before things change completely. "I need the time to adjust, I think," he confesses, a blurted thing. "You might be ready to be a Papa, but I'm still trying to figure out how I'm going to manage."