A warm, tingling sensation washed over him, and Edric managed to feel both elated and nauseous as the same time. He was going to be a father. A proper father, one appropriately wed to the baby's mother and with the means to protect and support him. The reason for glee was apparent, but less so was the reason for the sudden uneasiness. There had once been a time where he'd thought February was pregnant and she wasn't. If this was another false alarm, especially now that they were wed, it would be like losing a child in womb. He wasn't sure if he couldn't handle that—and he wasn't sure that Febs could, either.

But she seemed certain, and she cradled her stomach in a way she hadn't that time. If he was truly going to be a father, there was no doubting his emotions. A smile twitched on his lips, and he reached a steady hand to brush against her gown-clad stomach.

"Give me one reason I wouldn't be happy," he breathed, his gaze trapped on her stomach—still mostly flat, but with a bump that he thought he could feel now that he was looking for it—instead of her gaze.

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