Florian was pacing.
He had no business pacing.
He was dizzy. His legs felt weak. His head still felt light.
And yet he couldn't sit still.
He walked from one end of the room to the other, fingers dragging through his hair, then falling to his sides, then curling into fists.
Because as much as his mind tried to reject it—
The possibility lingered.
That he might be… pregnant.
Florian stopped mid-step.
'No,' he told himself. 'No. That's ridiculous.'
But the facts were there.
Stacked neatly.
Exhaustion.
Mood swings.
Food aversion.
Binge eating.
Dizziness.
The dream...apparently.
The dream of bunnies.
His stomach twisted again.
There was still a small, stubborn hope inside him. A childish hope.
'Maybe it's just coincidence,' he thought. 'Maybe I'm just stressed. Maybe my body's reacting to everything that's happened.'
Right?
Right.
All he had to do was wait for Cindy to come back with that enchanted vial.
Then this would all be over.
