Twin Tailed Workaholic (Grayfia X Reader)

Ch 25 - The Couch

Some of you are laughing at this because you know where I'm going with this.

Others will find out.

Enjoy.

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< So Dad, when you just had an apple thrown at you, what was going on? > Asked Gregory as you were in the middle of storytelling.

< I assume drinking coffee trying to avoid me. > Said Grayfia.

< I figured it was the flu and your monthly. Obviously that's a living nightmare. But I digress. Anyways Gregory and Grayfia Darling, I shall continue. >

You got to your feet and went to grab everything for coffee. And if it wasn't for Sirzechs, you would be pacing the floor waiting for the doctor's results. Grayfia was only angry if you hurt her. Or if she was mad. You barely did either. Though today she was sicker than a dog and angry as a fire breathing dragon. And her magic specialty was ice at that.

You made yourself a cup as Sirzechs greeted the doctor and showed her upstairs. At this rate it was anyone's guess of how long the doctor would be. You almost wanted to watch the clock. But that would never do. Ever. Dr. Tyrod is upstairs and it seems rather quiet.

"So, what do you think?" You asked putting down your coffee.

"Not sure. Though I was wondering something. Think we should expand? Find a bigger spot? Two bedrooms to five? Give Murdoch one?" Pondered Sirzechs.

"Guest rooms would be a good idea. Though I wonder about how how much do you expand until a mansion is the answer. Not like your house in The Underworld, but a mansion. Three giant floors, spiral staircase, and that sort. The works."

"You planning on having kids?"

"Not right now. I mean, I protect myself"

"Same. Rina and I make time about twice a week. Pending."

"Two or three for us. You know." You nod.

"Though if we do have kids, that's four bedrooms right there. And I won't have some for a while."

"I understand." You both can make eye to eye with this. "Even so, it might pop up at any moment. Although-"

The office door opened up. "Sir?" Dr. Tyrod was there.

You turn around. "Hello Doctor. Thank you for caring for my wife."

"Her stomach is settled. I have that under control. But I want the two of you together in the room to give you and update on her condition. I'm not sure how you are going to take it."

< Condition? > Asked Gregory.

< Yeah... >

You are afraid. Especially since Dr. Tyrod handed you a blue medical mask to wear as you were going to enter the bedroom. The windows cracked to let some air in and the place was professionally cleaned from the second master bathroom to the pillowcases. Wearing this mask is giving you anxiety. Almost in panic mode. Does your wife have something life threatening? A condition that will he with her for life?

"Doctor, who should tell him what's going on?" Asked Grayfia. She was more pale than usual. Her hair a mess and under the covers while sitting up. A hard blush on her face.

"You can if you think you can handle it." Nodded Dr. Tyrod.

"Jack, I, I'm pregnant." She looked up at you.

< So what happened then Dad? >

< I hit the deck. >

< You were angry? > Gasped Gregory.