Alistair/f!Aeducan, Pregnancy Panic
This could not be happening.
It couldn't. It shouldn't. Dwarves struggled to conceive even in the best of times, and with the Taint running through her blood conception should have been nigh impossible. Especially considering her mate was human and also a Grey Warden. It just...it wasn't suppose to work like that!
Yet here she was, fumbling with her hands uncomfortably while Wynne poked and prodded and asked her embarrassing questions.
It wasn't that having a baby would be a bad thing, necessarily. In fact, Alistair would probably absolutely ecstatic at the thought of being a father, given his own crappy childhood.
It was just the timing of the thing, really. What, with the archdemon looming about and that army they needed to recruit. A baby would complicate thing considerably, if not make their mission completely impossible.
I suspect we could just take some time off. She thought wryly. You know. Tell that pesky archdemon to go a while for a year or so, then finish it off when it isn't looking. He'll never suspect a thing.
"Well, I have good news." Wynne announced, removing her glowing hands from Lady Aeducan's abdomen. "You aren't pregnant."
"Thank the Ancestors." She sighed with relief. "But, my bleedings..."
"I believe you are just stressed." Wynne said comfortingly. "Sometimes, when a woman becomes stressed, her body simply skips a bleeding. Not to mention you are also athletic. That affects things as well. Still, you seem perfectly healthy, so there should be nothing to worry about."
Lady Aeducan smiled. "Thank you, Wynne. I really appreciate it."
Still, she let her hand linger over her stomach, as if trying to feel a life that wasn't there. Well, I'm sure you would have been beautiful, baby.