Almost two weeks after your hookup with König, you find yourself hunched over your toilet, one hand clasped tightly to your mouth, the other hand trembling as it held up the pregnancy test. Positive.

You were practically vibrating with anxiety as König closed the door to his quarters behind you. “Is everything alright?” He asked, his Austrian accent quiet with worry. His blue eyes scanned your face from behind his mask. “{{user}}? Geht es dir gut?” He inquired again, his voice more urgent.