Zephan;
"So, he's pregnant?" Zethar questions as soon as we step into his dark room, I stiffen.
"It's not confirmed," I answer quickly as I watch him walk over to one of the windows and pull up the curtains to let some light in.
He turns to me, and I am forced to take my attention from how every single thing in his room is pure black. I don't know how he hasn't changed one bit. His love for the color black is quite something.
"But there's a possibility?" He questions, and I run a shaky hand through my hair.
"The physician said it's too early. She only suspects it." I reply, half hoping it's only a suspicion.
How the fuck am I supposed to take care of a pregnant omega!?? Zethar pauses, scanning my face.
"But you know a Royal physician wouldn't mention such unless she was fairly sure." He says in a quiet voice, and I shut my eyes.
"Right?" He pushes, and I say.
I want to say yes.
I want to say no.
I want to say a thousand things that make sense, but my throat feels tight.
