TPM Chapter 8

The days passed, and the time for the baby’s birth drew closer and closer.

At the beginning, the Little Young Master had deliberately told the alpha that the baby was due a month later than it actually was. Even though the alpha frequently accompanied him to check-ups, the Little Young Master never let him know the exact number of weeks.

In truth, apart from the beginning, the Little Young Master hadn’t really wanted the alpha to know about the baby’s existence. But over time, he had started to waver. He had seriously considered the issue and even indirectly asked about it.

How did the archenemy respond? The alpha said that no alpha would dislike their own child.

So, maybe the archenemy would like the baby too?

The Little Young Master looked down at his growing belly. As the months passed, it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to move around. Lying down often brought on aches and pains. The alpha had somehow learned some massage techniques, and whenever the Little Young Master felt uncomfortable, the alpha would stay up with him, even after a long day at work, always by his side.

Sometimes, the Little Young Master would get a bit temperamental—maybe it was because of the pregnancy. His temper had definitely grown, and there were several times when he got irritable for no apparent reason. The alpha never got angry, though, and always patiently soothed him.

But between them, there were no grand declarations of love, no oaths or promises. The most the alpha ever said was that he would take good care of him.

And that promise was more touching than any declaration could ever be.

Because the alpha truly did it—he took care of the Little Young Master, stayed by his side, comforted him, and even willingly extracted his pheromones to make the Little Young Master feel better, all without knowing he was the baby’s father.

“Hey?” The Little Young Master called out, his voice muffled as he watched the alpha, who had gotten up in the middle of the night to warm him some milk, just because he asked.

“What’s up?” The alpha, of course, looked over. The Little Young Master, now heavy with pregnancy, was always accompanied by the alpha wherever he went.

The alpha never let the Little Young Master out of his sight.

“The due date is this week,” the Little Young Master decided to give the alpha a hint, casually dropping the line.

“Mm, the milk is at the right temp—”

“Mm???”

“!!!!! What did you say?”

The glass clinked sharply against the tile as the alpha fumbled with it, nearly dropping it in his panic.

Wait, how could it be only a few months?

The alpha counted on his fingers again and again, then pulled out his phone to check the calendar.

He stared at the small date on the screen, May 28th. Based on the timeline the Little Young Master had given him, from September until now, even with rounding up, it had barely been nine months—more accurately, it was only eight months.

The alpha’s logic seemed to go offline. The Little Young Master clearly said due date, but all the alpha heard was “birth.”

Birth?

How could the baby be born at just eight months?

That would be premature, wouldn’t it?

Wouldn’t the Little Young Master be in danger? Wouldn’t the baby be in danger? The alpha knew how much the Little Young Master had looked forward to this baby—it was something he had seen with his own eyes.

How could this happen? The alpha thought of all the information he had read, his hands not knowing where to go, and when he looked at the Little Young Master, tears slowly welled up in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” The Little Young Master thought he had made it clear enough. The alpha should have figured it out by now. The due date was this week, which meant the baby was conceived around August. Connecting the dots to his sudden disappearance and that “accident” at the hotel, even if the alpha was a bit slow, he should have realized by now.

But the Little Young Master had no idea that the alpha had already conjured up a dramatic scenario in his head.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” The alpha’s voice was choked, and his hands trembled as he held the Little Young Master.

The Little Young Master: ???

“Everything will be okay, it will—” The alpha forced a smile, but before he could say anything more, tears started to fall. “I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise—”

“Nothing will happen, you and the baby will be fine—” Tears were streaming down his face, and the alpha didn’t even try to hide it anymore. He fumbled with his phone, his fingers shaking as he searched through his contacts. “We’ll find a specialist, the best doctor, don’t panic, everything will be okay.”

Tears soaked the Little Young Master’s pajamas as the alpha sobbed, gently patting his back. “If you need to cry, just cry. You don’t have to be strong in front of me—I’ll always be here for you—”

“I understand,” the alpha said.

The Little Young Master: ??????

Understand what??

Why was this conversation taking such a strange turn?

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