"Still … I'm quite confident the answer will be yes. So, congratulations."
In a heartbeat, Edmund scooped his wife into his arms and ran toward Dante, rushing back to the palace. He didn't say another word to Leofric, nor did he even bother to say goodbye to Lorelle.
The only thing echoing in his head, over and over again, was: [My wife is pregnant. My wife is pregnant. My wife is pregnant.]
"E-Edmund." Primrose was just as shocked as he was, but at least she managed to keep a little bit of calm. "You need to calm down."
After all, they weren't even sure yet if she was really pregnant.
Primrose clutched Edmund's arm, the one holding her firmly around the waist. Her heart was pounding so fast, she thought it might explode right out of her chest.
