CHAPTER 1: MY DEAR SWEET
As soon as Conrart arrived, Gwendal mentioned, like someone who is talking about the weather, that their little brother was ill. He said it was nothing serious, just a virus that was in the environment. But, of course, Wolfram being Wolfram, tried to feign that he was well as much time as he could. That was why now he would need more time to recover. Trying not to run and faking being totally calm, he went to Wolfram's room. Out of habit, more than of necessity, he made sure that no one would see him enter and, only then, he opened the door. Once he was in, he closed the door silently and got close to the bed where the boy rested. As he thought, he was sleeping. His blond curls spread on the pillow, his pink negligee and his angel face... unconsciously Conrart caressed his soft cheek that was still warm due to the fever. He felt how the blankets slightly rose and fell with the boy's breathing. Conrart knew that there was not, in the whole world, a more beautiful sight as Wolf sleeping.
- Conrad...- he was so lost in his thoughts that he hasn't realized that two beautiful green eyes, still sleepy, were observing him. A little smile that he couldn't hold back appeared in the young soldier's lips. - Welcome home.
- Yes... I'm here.
- I was very worried about you, why did it take you so long to come back?
- Some things got a little complicated, but don't worry. Now everything's fine and the only thing you have to do is rest. You're ill.
- what have gwendal told you? He's exaggerating, I'm fine.
- Really? Because you still have a fever. - Conrart caressed his hair, enjoying the feeling.- If you're not feeling well, you have to visit a doctor and do everything she says, ok? Don't pretend being tough again.
- Not, you too... you all worry too much.
- Why didn't you tell someone that you were feeling unwell?
- I just threw up a couple of times; it's not that much...
- Wolf...
- ...- he sighed. - Ok... I thought... it's stupid, but I thought... that maybe... I could be... pregnant.- The last word, he whispered it. His hands were fiddling with the blanket and his eyes were fixed on it. Conrart smiled, understanding, as he put his arm around his shoulders, trying to comfort him.
- It's not stupid. You know it could happen.
- As much as you know it's nearly impossible, being you half human.
- ...
- No, I mean... you know what I mean.
- Of course.
- Anyway, in the end it was just a stupid virus that has kept me in bed two whole days.
- And there will be more. I can assure you that you won't get out of here until you are fully recovered.
- Well, but now I have you to entertain me.
- Oh... and, exactly, what do you want me to do? – Conrad said as they look into each other's eyes, sharing complicit smiles, getting closer and closer.
- Well... you'll think of something, won't you? – His white hands caressed Conrart's neck and his short hair.
- Yes, I'll think of something.