The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 343

Chapter 343: My Wife Is Pregnant!

"Still ... I’m quite confident the answer will be yes. So, congratulations."

In a heartbeat, Edmund scooped his wife into his arms and ran toward Dante, rushing back to the palace. He didn’t say another word to Leofric, nor did he even bother to say goodbye to Lorelle.

The only thing echoing in his head, over and over again, was: [My wife is pregnant. My wife is pregnant. My wife is pregnant.]

"E-Edmund." Primrose was just as shocked as he was, but at least she managed to keep a little bit of calm. "You need to calm down."

After all, they weren’t even sure yet if she was really pregnant.

Primrose clutched Edmund’s arm, the one holding her firmly around the waist. Her heart was pounding so fast, she thought it might explode right out of her chest.

Part of her wanted Leofric’s words to be true, but another part of her was scared. Deep down, she still wasn’t sure if she could ever be a good mother to her children, because she was still her father’s little girl, spoiled and emotional, crying every time she read his letters.

So she wondered, how could she possibly be a good parent when she herself still depended so much on her father?

Besides, wasn’t pregnancy a little terrifying? She had once seen her friend go through it, and her friend kept complaining that she couldn’t eat anything and that her body changed so much.

To make matters worse, she said that the pain of giving birth was unbearable. Her husband even cheated on her afterward because she couldn’t have sex with him for two or three months after the baby was born.

Edmund wouldn’t do that, right? Of course, he wouldn’t.

He loved her and would take care of her until the day she died, but why did her mind sometimes still wonder if her husband would always love her? Would he always stay?

Did all women ask themselves the same question?

Was this something all women wondered about?

It felt silly, but the doubt was there.

Even so, it didn’t mean Primrose didn’t want to be pregnant. In truth, she longed for it more than anything, no matter how many frightening stories she had heard. She wanted to build a small family with Edmund, to give him a child, something that would remind him of her even after she was gone.

But hadn’t Leofric just said there was a possibility their child could be a beast? Was it really possible for an ordinary human to carry a beast inside her womb?

What if the same thing that happened to her mother ended up happening to her? Would Edmund be able to accept it, just as her father once did?

"Wife, what’s wrong?" Edmund’s deep voice pulled her back to the present. He took her hands, gently cradling them between his fingers. "Your hands are cold. Are you feeling unwell?"

[Are these the early signs of pregnancy?! What should I do? What should I do?!]

Primrose let out a small laugh, even though her heart was racing. It looked like she wasn’t the only one panicking; her husband was probably even more nervous than she was. His hand was even cold too!

"No ... I’m fine." She shook her head quickly. "I’m just a little worried."

Edmund frowned, his thumb gently brushing over the back of her hand. "What is it that’s worrying you?" he asked, his voice low and full of concern.

Primrose bit her lower lip. If she told him all her fears directly, her already overthinking husband would only worry even more.

Still, it felt unfair for her to know his worries while keeping her own from him. That was why she finally chose to speak them out loud.

"I’m scared I won’t be a good mother," she whispered, her eyes dropping. "And I’m also afraid ... that my body isn’t strong enough to carry our child."

To her surprise, Edmund didn’t panic at all. Instead, he took a deep breath and gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, like he was trying to ease her fears.

In a soft and calm voice, he said, "I’m not sure I’ll be a good father either." Then he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly. "But, my wife, we can learn how to do it together. Maybe ... I can even ask your father for advice on how to be a good dad to a wonderful daughter like you."

Edmund smiled and replied without hesitation, "And what’s wrong with that? My father never spoiled me back then, so I think it would be nice to finally have the chance to spoil my own children." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

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