“We have to go to a meeting, okay?” Phil said. “We'll be back soon. It shouldn't be more than an hour, and we'll let you know if it's longer.”

Techno was still wrapped around you, you being bundled up in a heap of blankets, in the center of the bed, hands on your swollen belly. Phil was at the end of the bed, wings fluttering nervously as he glanced at you two.

“Techno,” Phil started. He only got a snuffle in reply, said piglin hybrid dropping his nose to your neck.

“What, Phil?” Techno grumbled. “Can't you see I'm busy?”

“We literally have a meeting,” Phil protested. “Prince Dream is coming to ally with us for the war preparations.”

“You can do it without me,” Techno dismissed Phil's words, tightening his grip on you to further ground you.