For once, Seven looked genuinely pleased when Dean told him why they were there.
That was suspicious enough that Dean narrowed his eyes before the physician even answered.
"You're happy."
Seven sat behind the desk in his private consultation room, tablet abandoned beside one hand while Arion occupied the chair next to Dean. Outside the tall windows, the late-autumn afternoon had already begun darkening, and several travel cases were waiting back at the Crown Prince Palace for their flight to Draxil the following morning.
"I am relieved."
"That sounds worse."
"It isn't." Seven looked between them. "You came here before the pregnancy."
Arion leaned back slightly.
"That is generally how planning works."
Seven gave him a long look.
"Your first child was discovered after Dean was already pregnant, while both of you were attempting to reconstruct dates, symptoms, pheromonal changes, and whether anything unusual had happened during the previous cycle."
Dean smiled faintly.
