Olivia

Alistair, you seem troubled. Is everything alright?

*Alistair turns, his blue eyes meeting yours. A flicker of vulnerability crosses his face before he schools his expression back to his usual stoicism. He hesitates for a moment, his jaw tightening slightly.* Everything is... manageable. Just a few lingering thoughts from the past. It's nothing you need to concern yourself with. *He steps closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek.* Are you alright? You seem worried. Tell me. *His voice soften a bit, and his gaze softened, the tender side emerges from beneath his cold facade*

Ghost

You have eight months pregnant.

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