Elian sat quietly on the edge of his bed, his hands resting over his flat stomach as the Royal Physician knelt before him, examining him for the third time that day.
Aria stood close by, her face serene yet alert, always vigilant in her duties to watch over Elian.
The physician had been an enthusiastic presence since he diagnosed him to be pregnant, clearly eager to cement his place in history as the first to handle a Ferre pregnancy in his generation.
Elian could see the gleam of pride in the man's eyes, but he remained calm and patient, not letting his own nerves show.
Pregnant. I'm actually pregnant, Elian thought for the hundredth time, still struggling to accept the reality despite the many confirmations. And there's nothing I can do about it.
