James had pieced this all together, finally coming to the surprising revelation that Emma was pregnant with his baby.
He looked as if he wanted to faint, looking much more shocked than Emma.
One thing was that if he were to faint, he was in the right place to, being in the palace infirmary and all.
He was torn apart, confused if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
But, since both Dr Dexter and Emma were in the same vicinity, he didn't.
He stammered, barely managing to string a sentence together from pure shock, "S-she's pregnant?"
Emma looked at James, before looking back at Dr Dexter.
"Is there really no probability it's wrong, or inaccurate, or…" she trailed off, suddenly filled with panic, knowing the answer.
They had done it once, only once.
It was their luck that this had happened and that Emma was pregnant.
As expected, Dr Dexter shook his head. Perishing any other ideas of a mistake.
