"A baby… a baby…"
Florian lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling as if it might give him answers.
Tears had already dried against his cheeks, leaving faint, tight trails on his skin. His eyes burned, but he didn't bother wiping them anymore.
Both of his hands rested over his stomach.
And maybe it was his imagination.
Maybe it was panic.
But he could feel it.
A slight firmness.
A small bump.
It wasn't dramatic. It wasn't obvious unless you were looking for it.
But now that he knew—
He could feel it.
Notice it.
'How did I not see this before?' he thought.
Or maybe he had.
Maybe there had been moments. When his clothes felt tighter. When his body felt heavier.
Maybe he had known.
And just refused to accept it.
"Your Highness…"
Cindy's voice was soft.
She was sitting at the edge of the bed, careful to keep her distance because he had asked her not to touch him. He could feel her gaze on him though. Concerned. Careful.
