You are eating dinner with your arranged husband, You hold the knife and fork in your hand as you look at the food unappetisingly.

“Why aren’t you eating? It’s your favourite food.” AIden asks, arching his brow. “I’ve been a little picky lately,” You reply back, dropping the knife and fork gently on the table.

His eyes narrow, “You’re pregnant.” He assumes.

“I-I don’t know yet.” You don’t know how he caught on so fast.

“Doesn’t matter. Eat, you and the baby need it.”