The wonder in his eyes made her heart swell with joy but her guilt increase tenfold. For years, this conversation was all she wished for. She dreamt of the different ways she might tell him, the different flowers she might leave him as clues. Only for him to be cuckholded by her secret love. She couldn't be certain of it, of course, but what were the odds that the first time she slept with a man that wasn't her husband she would become pregnant?

Minimal. The odds were minimal.

Freya shoved her guilt deep within her soul and beamed at him. "The healers haven't confirmed it yet. But, I believe so, yes." The exhaustion was already running her ragged, though from what she heard Freya knew it would only get worse.