He couldn't be pregnant. It wasn't possible, not at all and yet his newfound friendship with the bathroom couldn't be denied. Albie struggled to understand how it could have happened, when a millennium of history said that it wasn't possible when the only one he'd slept with recently was a dhampyre.
And yet….
Dominic had looked forward to this brief respite from his undercover mission; a chance to finally deal with the issue he and Albie had been dancing around for months. They both knew it, but neither wanted to admit that their relationship wasn't casual; couldn't be when the Fates had chosen them for each other. But this had to be joke. Did Albie honestly believe that he could stand there with a swollen belly and claim the child was his?
A paranormal non-omegaverse Mpreg novella