Oliver's hand flew to his mouth, a quiet gasp escaped his lips. He slowly looked down at his own stomach in disbelief, wonder, and amazement. His voice was barely a soft whisper. "I am…pregnant?"
"That's right, Your Highness." Oblivious — or to be exact, heedless — of the omega's shock, Doctor Verren flipped through the file atop of his desk and showed it to them with a smile. "This is the sonogram that's printed after we have done a full-body check up on you." He pointed at a little white dot swimming amidst the monochrome photograph and Oliver's hand shook violently as he reached out to stroke it. Tears brimming in his eyes. "This is your fetus, it's a bit shaken after the incident but overall, everything is okay. But I have to confirm something though. Your Highness Prince Oliver, you didn't consume the vial I offered you last time, right?"
