Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 617

"A baby… a baby…"

Florian lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling as if it might give him answers.

Tears had already dried against his cheeks, leaving faint, tight trails on his skin. His eyes burned, but he didn't bother wiping them anymore.

Both of his hands rested over his stomach.

And maybe it was his imagination.

Maybe it was panic.

But he could feel it.

A slight firmness.

A small bump.

It wasn't dramatic. It wasn't obvious unless you were looking for it.

But now that he knew—

He could feel it.

Notice it.

'How did I not see this before?' he thought.

Or maybe he had.

Maybe there had been moments. When his clothes felt tighter. When his body felt heavier.

Maybe he had known.

And just refused to accept it.

"Your Highness…" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Cindy's voice was soft.

She was sitting at the edge of the bed, careful to keep her distance because he had asked her not to touch him. He could feel her gaze on him though. Concerned. Careful.

"Cindy," Florian whispered, his voice breaking again. Another tear slipped down the side of his face. "What am I going to do?"

His fingers pressed lightly into his stomach.

"I can't… have this. I can't be…"

He couldn't even finish the sentence.

Cindy inhaled slowly, as if steadying herself.

"Your Highness," she said gently, "I know you're going through a lot right now. But I've been around many pregnant women here. Some were happy. Some were not." She paused. "I know a little about how to deal with this."

Florian didn't respond.

His chest felt too tight.

"And the first thing I need to ask," Cindy continued carefully, "is… do you know who the father is?"

Silence filled the room.

Florian didn't speak.

But after a moment, he nodded.

Slowly.

'Of course I know,' he thought bitterly. 'The entire kingdom knows who Heinz his.'

Cindy nodded once, processing that.

"Alright," she said quietly. "Then this next question is important. And I hope I'm not overstepping. I just want to help."

Florian turned his head slightly to look at her.

"Go… ahead."

Cindy swallowed.

"When you and the father…" she hesitated, cheeks faintly pink, "…when you were conceiving… was it consensual?"

The question hung in the air.

Florian blinked.

Was it consensual?

Of course it was.

"Yes," he answered, voice steady despite the tears.

Cindy visibly relaxed.

"Okay," she said softly. "Then… is he married?"

"No."

"Abusive?"

Florian hesitated for a fraction of a second.

Images flickered through his mind.

Heinz's anger.

His cruelty.

His regret.

But abusive?

Not in that way.

"No," Florian said. "He's not."

Cindy frowned slightly, studying him.

"Then…" she asked gently, "why are you upset, Your Highness?"

Florian stared at the ceiling again.

Why was he upset?

The answer was obvious.

And yet impossible to explain.

'I can't tell her he ruined his first chance at fatherhood,' he thought. 'I can't tell her he killed basically killed his child and the real Florian in another life.'

He can't tell her he didn't know if Heinz deserves this.

He can't tell her he didn't know if Florian deserved this.

He can't tell her he didn't even know if he was staying in this world.

And that the real owner of this body may suffer with an unwanted pregnancy.

His throat tightened.

"There are reasons," Florian whispered finally.

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