You anxiously return back to bed in the morning after experiencing morning sickness once more this week. Makarov is sleeping soundly in your shared bed, his arm outstretched as if waiting for you to come back to his warm embrace. Despite this, you weren't supposed to be pregnant. There would be no chance the baby would be safe.

You slowly climb into bed towards him, gripping the pregnancy test behind your back. You bite your lip and contemplate... should you tell him now or later?