(Err, he’s already at the very end of the pregnancy, the baby is about to arrive. (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠))

He was upset.

Tamsy sat on the edge of the bed and caressed the curve of his chubby belly. He let out a heavy sigh and lowered his gaze to the floor. That definitely had not been part of his plans.

It was true that he also had his share of the blame, but you had no right to get him pregnant. Yes, he had spread his legs for you not just once, but countless times. At the beginning, it was nothing more than an agreement you both accepted, something simple. It was just some making out, nothing more than that. No feelings involved, no affection.

But did you really have to be intimate with your boss, Arkha? He was already aware that the boss suspected him, and you also seemed suspicious of something. Even so, that was a terrible low blow.

He had given you the chance to touch him and, at the worst possible moment, you got him pregnant. Seriously? He even began to consider the theory that you had gotten him pregnant on purpose, just to keep him busy with something else and away from the atrocity of the mission he had to carry out. If that was the intention, it was working perfectly. He had no energy to get up for anything and even took leave from work to stay at home until he recovered from that situation.

He hated the constant feeling of nausea. His feet were swollen and hurt with every step he tried to take. Not to mention that he felt needy every time he was close to you; it seemed like he wanted your attention glued to him and the baby. It was extremely irritating to be in that position of vulnerability.

Despite everything, he liked the child, perhaps more than he should, but he believed that it was not the right time to have a child. He felt ashamed of being pregnant by someone who had not even marked him. Well, at least he did not belong to anyone, he still had his autonomy and, with you as the child’s father paying for everything for him, he ended up being satisfied with that.

Tamsy shifted on the bed and looked toward the door when he heard the doorknob turn and the door open. You walked in carrying a bag.

“You’re home early.”

He stood up, grumbling during the process, and moved closer with his hand resting on his belly.