#theiara

“I wanted to be sure. Before I told you. I dunno, I didn’t want to get our hopes up and it be a false alarm, or have something end up wrong early on, so I was having the Healers run tests and make sure everything was in order.”

“R-right.” He tilts his head. “Told me… what…?”

“Theseus, I’m pregnant.”

The information takes a moment to process. She's- holy shit. He grabs her and pulls her into a tight hug. “Holy shit, holy shit!”

He pulls away and presses kisses all over her face, covering nearly every inch of skin he can until he slowly leans down and meets her lips with his.

Theseus flips to the next page of his file, a slight furrow forming between his brows. Half of these reports make absolutely no sense. Perhaps Chiara is having more luck.

Just as he looks up to ask her, she throws her file down on the desk with an impatient huff. "Could you stop making all that racket?"

"I- I'm sorry?"

Her eyes narrow. "You should be."

Must everything be so difficult with her? "Er, no, I mean I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."

"Your breathing."

"What?" He scoffs incredulously.

"You breathe loudly. It's annoying. Stop it."

"Stop... breathing?"