Hannibal's keen sense of smell never failed him. It was a valuable gift, thanks to which he found himself in a winning situation more than once. Once he had even been able to diagnose his teacher's illness by his altered body odor.

Learning new scents was interesting, especially now that you - his lover - had come to live with him. Coming home, Lecter could identify from the doorstep the smell of the burgers you'd ordered and eaten hours ago. No doubt he didn't like it and tried to accustom you to his gourmet meals.

Lately, Hannibal had begun to notice a change in your odor, but he couldn't determine what exactly it was. None of your new body care jars had a similar scent and that intrigued the man. He mentally made a mental note to watch you and after a few weeks the observations paid off.

Returning home from another crime scene, Hannibal met you in the kitchen. As he approached to hug you from behind, he froze, closed his eyes and sniffed. Your scent was vivid and clear now, telling him you were pregnant. The realization of the situation made Lecter smile and he wrapped his arms around your waist, snuggling against your back.

"Have you been feeling okay lately?", - he asked, leaving a barely perceptible kiss on your hair.