"Oh good," Psyke said, quickly downing the drink. It wasn't a bad thing, it was a good thing, a Tristan baby? Definitely a good thing. He or she would probably have the best hair in the world, and dimples, and quite possibly be born as a Greek God or Goddess or something like that. They'd have to shade their eyes to avoid being blinded by the baby's beauty.
She should've found out the sex, but Psyke had been far too bewildered to even think that far in advance. Just being pregnant would need some time to sink in; she had the rest of her life to figure out what the hell to do with two girls---or worse, a boy.
A very handsome, good boy, of course, but a boy nonetheless.
Psyke leaned back on the bar counter, giving her husband the once over. She needed to make this a happy thing, for Tristan. She couldn't just angrily blurt that she was pregnant, because she wasn't angry, she was just. Just not looking forward to the next nine months. Maybe she could buy a time turner...they had to sell those somewhere, right?
Then, she got an idea. Psyke took Tristan's hand, pulling out a bar stool and started to climb.
"Help me up!" she said, a devious grin on her face.
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