''Are you still feeling nauseous?'' Dante asked, worriedly. His hand that held annalise's hand went to her belly. He gave the bump a gentle rub.
''Dante, I am fine, and this is the fifth time you asked again,'' Annalise shook her head with a smile and also overlapped her hand on his.
''I didn't know that the pregnancy would make you suffer like this.'' He removed his hand from hers and stood up from the bed. He then walked to the other side and took off his shoes before crawling to sit beside annalise.
''But I thought you knew,'' His words confused annalise, ''Isn't her grace pregnant?''
His hands, that were about to bring annalise into his arms, paused at her question.
Indeed, the duchess is pregnant, but he never bothered to know about the baby. He neither knows how old the baby is in her belly, nor has he felt the baby like he had done many times with annalise.
His first moments with a pregnant woman were never with the duchess but with annalise.
