"How are you feeling?" Arthur asked as he entered Anna’s room. It was five-thirty, which meant that he had to have rushed straight home from work although there was a calm air about him as though he was trying to hide that fact.
Anna wondered vaguely when he had started to notice all these little quirks about the alpha, "I'm pregnant."
Arthur came further into the room and settled on the edge of the bed, observing the spread of books Anna had out before her, "Indeed."
"You know this whole time I guess— I just thought it was a joke, you know? A joke that reality was playing on me. Whenever someone mentioned it I just felt like they were talking about someone else. Not me, though. Never me. How could I be pregnant? I kept thinking that, right? I never, in my wildest dreams, imagined that
