Three months and three weeks later 

Killian wanted to cry, or maybe he was still tired. He didn't know the difference at this point. As the months went on, his emotions had been at an all-time high and low. His frown became more prominent by the minute, almost looking cute rather than an ugly negative expression. 

Azra glanced over, smiling at how adorable Killian looked at the moment. Killian's brown wavy neck-length hair was all over the place since he just woke up from a nap a few minutes ago. He still had the covers wrapped around him while gripping a body pillow and resting his chin on it with a cute frown on his face. Azra wanted to reach over and pull Killian's cheek to mess with him. 

Instead, he held back and asked, "What's wrong?" 

Furrowing his brows, Killian held back from biting the inside of his cheek as he thought of a response. "I don't know. My emotions are all over the place, and I cannot tell what I am feeling or what I want." 

Seriously, Killian woke up with so many emotions coursing through him to the point he couldn't settle on one. Tears started to appear in his eyes as he suddenly grew frustrated. 

Noticing this, Azra moved closer to Killian on the bed, wiping away drops of tears that slid down his cheeks. "Love, it is okay. Your hormones are all over the place due to your pregnancy." 

At first, Killian wanted to blush due to Azra calling him "love." Since last month, Azra has been calling him that non-stop. He tried getting him to quit because he felt his heart would stop each time, but he had forgotten how stubborn Azra was. 

But, he ended up being set off by the word 'pregnancy' instead. As he let the pillow slip from his grip, Killian started softly punching Azra's chest a few times. 

"Ah, this is your fault! You horny alpha that doesn't know how to pull out! Look what you did—I am pregnant and emotional!" 

Azra grabbed Killian's wrists, holding them back. "Calm down. And don't blame me; you are always crying and begging me not to pull out." 

Killian turned utterly red, pulling his wrists back before getting off the bed with his arms crossed. "I am going back home." 

Since it was the weekend, Killian may have asked his parents to spend the night at Azra's place yesterday. They agreed, and now it is the next day, Sunday morning. 

Standing up, Azra wrapped his arms around Killian's waist, letting them rest under the hidden, prominent bump. Killian wore Azra's sweater as it was slightly large on him. The sleeves covered his hands, and the jumper went an inch or so past his underwear, showing off his long creamy legs. 

Killian looked too cute; how could Azra not tease him? "So, you are going to leave without wearing any pants? How bold of you, love." 

As he went from a frowning glare to another expression of embarrassment, Killian softly elbowed Azra, who did not let go of him. "Shut up; I hate you. Let me go, so I can find some pants and leave." However, even though Killian said those words, he did not move from his spot. Honestly, he leaned back, enjoying the heat from Azra. 

Even though he and Azra are finally dating, Killian always acts hot and cold with Azra. It is not his job to tell the horny alpha his honest feelings. Azra is smart enough to guess it. 

Azra chuckled in Killian's ear, causing him to shiver in the hold. Now, his body felt too heated. He pushed away Azra's face, ignoring his deeply red ears. "Don't chuckle in my ear. Go make me some food instead." 

"One second, you want to leave, and now you want food. Which is it, love? I would happily get it for you since I am such a doting husband." Azra teased some more. He has grown used to Killian's changing moods; he found them cute each time. Honestly, his little wife was adorable no matter what. 

Killian quickly moved out of Azra's hold, turning around as he slapped his hand over Azra's mouth. He looked down with a racing heart and flustered face, "Shut up, you idiot. Stop saying that. And don't think I don't know what you are thinking. I am still an alpha." 

Pulling Killian's hand away, Azra smirked, "So, are you saying I should think of you as my husband instead?"

Ah, I am going to kill this alpha! 

Killian walked into the school, wearing his book bag over his stomach. He started wearing oversized sweaters to school, covering his bump. Even though he is almost five months pregnant, his stomach is not sizable. It is still noticeable, though. 

He wonders if it is because he is an alpha that his stomach might stay the same throughout the whole pregnancy. 

As he entered the classroom, taking his seat, Engel greeted him. "Hey, how are you?" 

"Do you really need to ask? I am suffering." His emotions are crazy: he has cramps, sometimes dizziness, and fatigue. And even his eating mood changed; sometimes he would eat a lot, other times he did not eat much. He did not know how others could deal with pregnancy or have more than one child. 

After this one, I hope my silly luck will disappear, and it won't happen again. 

"Well, don't you have a "doting husband" to help you?" Engel commented. 

Killian choked on his spit, "Where did you hear that?" 

"Sometimes, you would call me and forget to hang up. I swear bleaching my ears isn't enough. Don't ever call me when you are with Azra." 

Putting his head into his hands, Killian groaned. He wanted to die from embarrassment. Why does he always do this? 

And before he could try to dig himself out of this hole, a delicious smell filled his nose. He quickly moved his hand away, seeing a bag of food landing on his desk as he glanced up. 

Azra smiled at him, "Your doting husband brought you some breakfast. Mother (Killian's mother) texted me and said that you left early without eating." Then he bent forward, whispering in Killian's ear, "Remember, you are eating for two." 

Turning red, Killian slapped Azra's chest, pushing him away, "You idiot!" 

Is it too late to go back in time and stop himself from sleeping with Azra!