“Madam! You gave us quite the fright! Who could have thought that a werewolf would dare trespass our estate?” my head maid, who used to be my nanny, wailed.
“Master Maximus immediately informed us of the situation and beckoned us to come over to keep you company.” My butler explained.
“Thank you, Mr. Vine.” I told him in all sincerity.
“Just call me Maximus.” He said with a smile.
Despite my protests, and my incessant assurance that I am feeling fine, Maximus called for a physician just to make sure that I am not harmed in any way.
As he fussed about me and the growing life inside me, I foolishly voiced out how I wish he was the father of my unborn child.
“I wouldn’t mind.” He said seriously.
“Hey! That was just wistful thinking. I don’t want to impose on you.” I told him.
“You can impose on me about anything. You can call on me anytime you need me.” He spoke sincerely.
“If only my husband would be this attentive… even a quarter of this kind of attention will make me feel happy.” I felt tears welling up as I spoke.
“Now, now, no tears. The baby would feel sad, too.” Maximus gently wiped the corner of my eyes with his thumb.