At noon, Edmund finally returned to the palace with Lazarus. Her father was the first to burst into her room, his face wet with tears. His clothes were still messy from riding Edmund's wolf form, but he didn't care about his appearance at all.
"Rosieee!" Lazarus nearly tripped over his own feet as he rushed to her bed. Once he reached her, he grabbed her hands tightly and cried out, "Are you really pregnant?!"
Primrose froze, startled by his sudden outburst. She leaned back a little, but Lazarus pulled her closer until their faces were almost touching.
"F-Father, please calm down," Primrose whispered.
"Calm down?! How could I possibly be calm?!" Lazarus's voice cracked, his eyes brimming with tears. "MY DAUGHTER IS PREGNANT!"
[I still see her as my little girl, and now she's suddenly pregnant.] Lazarus wept inwardly. [My daughter … my little pumpkin … tainted by that damn dog.]
