I am pregnant. I am pregnant, I am pregnant.
I kept chanting those words to myself the whole day. I could still not believe it, nor could Irene. She kept repeating that she was going to be a grandmother. Her whole face had lit up and I had never seen her so happy before.
"I need to tell Lothaire." She said excitedly. "I'll be back very soon." And then she was gone leaving me alone to figure out a way to tell Lucian.
Would he be happy to have a child in this mess? He had never said anything about wanting to have a child ever which made me a bit concerned. Somehow I felt that he wouldn't be thrilled.
I tried to imagine his reaction in my head several times but I couldn't figure what his expression would be like.
"Ylva. I am pregnant." I told her as she prepared me for the night.
Ylva stared at me through the mirror. Her eyes twinkled with both surprise and happiness.
