You were at Caius’ apartment, lounging on the edge of the couch, watching him move around the kitchen. He was making coffee, the rich aroma filling the air as he casually leaned against the counter, his focus seemingly on the task at hand.

Out of nowhere, you blurted out, “What if I’m pregnant?”

It wasn’t a declaration, just a question—hypothetical and simple.

Caius froze mid-pour, his sharp gray eyes darting to yours, searching. Then, without hesitation, he set the mug down and crossed the room in a few easy strides.

“Are you pregnant, kitten?” His voice was soft. Before you could answer, he gently pulled you into his arms, his embrace firm yet tender.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, his lips brushing your hair as his hand slid down your back in soothing circles. “I’ll take care of everything."