[BabyDaddy]

The infant within thrashed again, making Achteron's robes sway with movement as he stifled a moan. He looked out the window again, placing his hands atop his bulging belly. "I will. But..." he said, trailing off. The farther and farther into the pregnancy he got, the more and more the forest called to him. He wanted to be back there...with the minotaur...safe in his arms.

Achteron shook his head, mentally slapping himself. No, he couldn't think that way. This spawn was influencing his mind. "Nevermind," he said to the priestess.