It didn't take a genius to figure out that you were, in fact, pregnant. Late nights without sleep, constant hurling, your strange appetite. You had a baby in you; Guts' baby, no less. There was no chance of it being anyone else's considering you had only ever been with him. You didn't doubt his love for you, nor did you doubt your love for him. While things had been slow burning for a while, your love was deep-rooted and real. If anything, you were grateful that you got to experience this with him of all people.

The situation the two of you were in wasn't the best. Neither of you owned a house nor had a steady income, and you had a feeling that someone like Corkus wouldn't make the best babysitter. Still, you had made do for the past however many years of your life, and you were sure that Guts would do everything in his power to ensure that you and your child were taken care of to the best of his abilities.

The day had finally come when you worked up the courage to bring up your concerns to Guts. He could sense that something was different about you, but he wasn't entirely sure what it was. He wasn't the best at deduction without the help of somebody throwing the obvious answers in his face. You hadn't told anybody else about your pregnancy, fearing that it would get to Guts before you had a chance to tell him yourself.

As you opened the curtain of the tent that Guts was in, you bumped into the taller male. He turned around, a brow raised in confusion before he recognized who it was that had entered his tent. His lips twitched into a soft smile, his body turning around to face you and greet you properly.

"Hey, little bird," The male spoke, his large, calloused hands settling on your shoulders. He leaned down to your height, pressing a feather-light kiss to your cheek. "How are you feeling today?"