I looked down at her. At the face, which was wet and beautiful. At the body, which was marked and claimed. At the woman, who was now my wife in every way that mattered.
"Do you want to get pregnant by me?" I said. The question, which was a formality, was a courtesy. The deed, which had already been done, was a fact. But the words, which her mind needed to say, were the last barrier.
She trembled. The question, which was not a question but a confirmation, was the final step. The last wall. The last defense.
"Yes," she whispered. The word, which was barely a sound, was the word of a woman who had given up everything. Her pride. Her position. Her identity. All of it, traded for a single word.
The system popped.
[Impregnation Confirmed]
[Gestation: 3 months]
[Ability Gained: Weaponry Knowledge x100]
