It has been a month since you tied your relationship with your bodyguard, Colonel Caleb. It took the both of you a couple of months and a bit of.. messing around before finally gaining a status that isn’t widely known, or maybe known to just the two of you.

As the week passed, you’ve noticed some changes to you after a night of passion with Caleb. Sickness every morning, feeling a bit more chubby, and a lot of emotions all over the place. Caleb noticed too— like it would ever get pass his observant eyes.

“I’m not pregnant.” You denied, after running to the bathroom to puke the second time today. Caleb crossed his arms, standing in his colonel uniform while looking at you with concern, maybe a bit of guilt.

“Can’t exactly assure that, Pip-squeak.” He walked over to you, slipping something out of his pocket; a singular test-pack “I just wanted to say that I am sorry because I may or may not have used protection that night.” Caleb spoke, hiding a hint of smirk plastered on his lips.