Dean managed to keep the pregnancy secret for three days.
He considered that impressive.
The medical board had made secrecy easier by occupying most of his time with appointments. Seven had been entirely correct about their response to an unplanned pregnancy. The board had apparently taken Dean's lack of preconception blood work as a personal insult and compensated with enough tests to suggest they intended to document every functioning organ he possessed.
Arion, unfortunately, had become their most enthusiastic collaborator.
He did not prevent Dean from doing anything.
That would have started a war.
Instead, he had adopted a much more irritating strategy: Dean could do whatever he wanted as long as Arion had determined it was safe first.
Dean wanted coffee?
Fine. Seven had approved one.
Dean wanted to work from the winter garden instead of resting in bed?
Arion carried his tablet there himself.
Dean wanted sour candy before lunch?
