Chris said it before Dax could finish the thought.
"No."
Dax's hand stayed on his stomach, his expression too focused to pass for teasing.
"It smells like you're pregnant," he said.
Chris stared at him. "That is impossible."
A sigma like Dax did not impregnate his mate by accident. He controlled that with the same terrifying precision he controlled everything else in his life. And their sex was not subtle in the specific mechanism that mattered. If Dax wanted to plant his seed directly into Chris's womb, Chris knew. He would absolutely have known.
"I would know," Chris said flatly.
Dax nodded once. "You should."
Chris blinked. "Then we're done."
"No."
Chris dragged a hand over his face. "I hate that answer."
Dax looked at him steadily. "I'm not saying this makes sense. I'm saying your scent is wrong."
That made Chris go quiet for a second, not because he agreed, but because Dax sounded certain.
