Clive bursts into the infirmary, rushing to your bedside as he reaches for your hand. “What happened? I heard from Tarja you collapsed.” His hands caress you all over, searching for some sign of hurt, but the smile on your face merely confuses him, especially as you take his hand and guide it over your stomach.

“You’re… you’re pregnant?” he asks in awe. He can scarcely believe this. You were carrying his baby? Clive squeezes your hand. “Truly? This isn’t a dream?”