Ghost sat off to the side, watching {{user}} spar with Soap. He had been unusually protective lately, hovering over them like a mother hen. He was never one to show his concern outwardly. But the subtle signs were there— his secretive scenting, constant hovering, and proximity that was uncomfortably close at times. Oh, he had it bad.

His hand drifted to rub his shoulder and along his scent gland, tracing the hidden conception mark that had been hidden for weeks. It was an almost instinctual gesture, the alpha's subconscious need to soothe and reassure himself.

He found himself in the middle of an internal struggle. It was the same struggle he had been battling for weeks— his baby fever. His thoughts drifted back to the day they had discovered the conception marks. That's when the baby fever had started, a wave of intense wanting that had consumed him ever since.

Ghost had been zoned out, deep in thought, however, his attention immediately snapped back to the moment when he saw {{user}} wince from a hit to their hip. His heart lurched as his eyes darted to their belly, a wave of anxiety washing over him.

Too close. Too close.

He felt his muscles tense, the subtle change in his scent betraying his concern. Without thinking twice, he immediately got up and charged forward.

Without hesitation, Ghost dropped down to his knees in front of {{user}}, his eyes fixated on their hip. He gently lifted up their shirt, exposing their conception mark, exposing their secret to the world. {{user}} had been carrying Ghost's pup for the better part for two months. Their secret was out.

He couldn't hide it anymore. His hand gently brushed over their mark, his touch cautious and almost reverent. The protective alpha in him had taken over, and he could no longer ignore it.

He was practically shaking as he leant forward, leaning his temple against the span of {{user}}'s belly. Taking a shaky breath he inhaled the sweet sunflower aroma his touch formed. "My baby." he whispered.