A Match Made in Hell

XII

Aria's pregnancy sparked interest among the Molrans. She was instantly transformed into a princess who does nothing!

She used to train with her greatsword, but with her little bean, she decided to forego all other activities and simply observe her husband's abs getting firmer and firmer for her to squeeze at night. It's eye-catching and definitely something worth squeezing.

She can't stop herself from drooling.

Baby, please don't go gay. Simply inherit your father's genes but not his attitude. Don't become a vicious ba—I mean baker like your dad, alright?

She assists by whispering love words and even humming melodies from her previous life. She needed to stop cursing or her son would become crass. She's always seen caressing her baby bump, eating food—mostly sweets—and stalking her husband.

If she looks elsewhere, her husband will undoubtedly punish her. She needs those muscles to sleep at night.

She wants to bite into those meaty muscles.

"Like what you're seeing?" Ron asked adorably.

"Restarting with quality and quantity?" she asks, smirking. She leans back. Her back always aches now that she's pregnant. If she knew it would be like this, she wouldn't go and marry this bastard.

Her husband knew right away what she was thinking, so he went and gently massage her back. He got a preview of his life later on. Thinking about that, Ron smiled as he guided her back inside, holding her hand.

"Were you bored?"

"Not really; this is the epitome of a slacker life."

Ron shook his head. He just doesn't understand why Aria enjoys that kind of lifestyle. Anyway, Ron is there to make sure she's healthy and living her life the way she wants.

Months passed, and her stomach grew larger. She has difficulty standing, sitting, or even performing her daily ablutions.

She wouldn't be going through this if she were a man.

Her baby kicked in protest.

"Haha. Too bad I love you so much, baby," she laughed lightly as she caressed her belly. She's about to become a mother. She'll have a child and a family of her own.

"Ria."

When she looked down, she could feel her husband's arms around her. Ron kissed her shoulders before kissing her belly.

This was something Ron would always do. Kissing her and her stomach. Their Vicross, on the other hand, does not respond to his father.

"If it's a girl, she'll be named Vanessa."

"I told you it was going to be Vicross."

Ron chuckled lightly. He'll love them both, whether they're boys or girls.

"You'll be leaving for a mission?"

"A bit dangerous, but yes."

"If it's too much, just drop the mission and come back home."

"Worried?"

"I don't want my child to be fatherless."

Just like I used to live.

Ron looked her in the eyes and cupped her cheeks. "I'll be back, I'll definitely come back alive," he said, kissing her lips and smiling at her."

Ron left, but Aria remained in the Molran household. It'll be a long mission, and next month will be her due date to give birth. Ron should be back before that.