Northstar Vale Chandelier's still flickering here.

Oblivious to any rounding of her slim stomach, the silver-maned wolf gave a brief shake of his coat, as if warding away any nerves as the girl came closer. His eyes traced over her, and despite the lock-out of emotions he had been receiving on her end the past few days, the Mayfair still found her just as beautiful.

But he was still confused.

The gentle lick to his cheek was a touch that was familiar, but it brought a wave of uncertainty as he frowned lightly, already disliking what she had to say. It was never good when someone started with ‘we need to talk…,’ after avoiding you for days, was it?

He sucked in a breath, steeling himself as he expected to be dumped (not that they had defined their relationship by any means) by the Queen who had come to realize the Peasant was simply not good enough for her.

What he didn’t expect was her announcement that she was pregnant—and his entire world fell still for a moment as he watched her, eyes widening at the realization. “Holy shit… Seriously?”

Giving a quick shake of his head as if to clear away the fog, his eyes finally did land upon her figure, trailing over it with dawning realization. “I mean… Yeah. Of course I do.” But there was a pause. “Do you…?”