novelraw Chapter 700: Congratulations
Chapter 700: Congratulations
The physician stared at the warm sight of Cleora guarding her family, the smile on his face simply widening.
His words were a relief, washing away the tension in the room like a breath of fresh air.*
"The tests are all done." He announced, his words washing away the tension in the room like a breath of fresh air. "And good news— I see no complications whatsoever. They are all in good condition."
A collective exhale of relief filled the room, the mediator’s shoulders relaxing visibly.
The warm, fatherly smile never wavered as the physician gestured towards his desk and he spoke again, his voice holding an air of gentle authority. "However, I have one more matter to discuss with your daughter, Your Grace, in private, since it pertains to her and her spouses."
Cleora froze and her eyes flickered to Coco’s, then back to the physician’s.
Her expression was guarded, but one nod from Coco was all it took for her to understand that she should back down.
The older woman turned to Coco, her expression softening as she reached for her daughter.
Heiren, seeing Cleora moving closer, unwrapped his arms around his wife and stepped back from her to give them space.
Almost instantly, Cleora had her arms around Coco in a firm embrace. "If you need anything and if he tries something funny.. Just call me, okay? I’ll be right here."
A promise— silent and unshakable.
Then she pulled away to meet Coco’s eyes one last time before stepping towards the door to exit the room.
The physician waited by his desk and all four mediators stayed close behind their wife like sentinels on guard, their presence bringing comfort to Coco without them having to try.
Coco let out a slow, weighted breath, her grip tightening just slightly around the glass of the vial as she walked toward the physician’s desk.
Her steps were slow and there was an unmistakable tension in her shoulders.
Her husbands and lover watched her go— Zaque shifting on his feet, Alhai’s eyes narrowing towards the man behind the desk, Kairo’s jaw stiffening subtly.
The room had gone quiet again.
Coco stopped before the desk and looked down at the physician. "You have something to tell me, doc?"
He nodded, his expression calm, but serious.
He gestured toward the chair beside his desk with a slow, open-handed motion. "Please, take a seat."
Coco hesitated for a moment before she lowered herself into the chair, her back straight, her hands resting in her lap with the vial clutched in one palm, its coolness pressed against her warm skin.
"First, allow me to congratulate you." The physician stated softly, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his.
He sat forward slightly, folding his hands upon the desk as he gave the news. "Your husbands are pregnant."
Coco blinked, her head spinning just enough that she had to be sure she heard correctly, causing her to lean forward, confusion mixing with hope in her eyes.
"Pardon?" She stammered out, swallowing. "You said my husbands— plural? Not just one?"
The physician’s smile broadened. "Two of them, to be exact. Two of your husbands.. Are pregnant, and is carrying your child, no doubt."
Coco stared at him and couldn’t hide the incredulous shock that painted her features— her mouth falling open, eyes widening.
The news was too much to comprehend.. Yet he kept speaking.
"Also." He continued, the smile on his face vanishing. "It is advisable for pregnant mediators to partake in intimacy.. But the limit should only be three times."
As if the news that two of her husbands are pregnant isn’t enough, more was added, and the words echoed in her head— three times? As in, three.. Times with each husband?
Thankfully, the physician continued once again, a chuckle following right after.
"Three times a week." He added, his eyes sweeping across the group of men behind her. "Or three times every eight days. Vigorous exercise helps the body of the mediators to prepare for the labor, after all. So, it is a must for you to take care of your husbands’ needs and help them prepare for the delivery."
Coco stared at him through the fog that had taken over her mind, struggling to process everything, but it was Zaque who spoke up next— his voice cutting through the haze like a sharpened blade.
"Who are the ones that are pregnant, physician?" He asked, his voice steady as he asked the critical question that hung over the mediators.
The physician’s eyes flickered up to him, fixing the man with a knowing look.
He didn’t appear the least bit surprised by the question, but there was a glint of understanding behind those eyes. "Zaque Hughes and Alhai Hughes."
His voice was calm, matter-of-fact, a neutral tone to match neutral words.
But in the room, the silence was deafening— all four mediators were as still as death and were unmoving, frozen.
Only the faintest blink broke through.
Zaque and Alhai felt their heart skip a beat and their breath hitched in their chests when Coco suddenly sprang to her feet, twisting awkwardly in her seat to face them.
And in that moment, as their eyes met, they saw what was fighting to escape her— her emotions, her joy, her tears.
Despite Coco’s best efforts to stay composed, a single tear slipped down her cheek.
She opened her mouth to say something, to comfort them, that everything will be okay, but she couldn’t form words— not when her breath came in shaky, uneven sobs as the tears spilled freely down her cheeks.
And then, Quizen was there, wrapping his arms around her tightly and pulling her into a warm embrace.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "My wife.. No need to cry."
A lie, because she had every right in the world to cry her heart out from hearing the news of her becoming a mother.
"Once again, I congratulate you, Mrs. Hughes." The physician chuckled, glancing at the other mediators that had different expressions on their faces.
"There is no doubt that your husbands are in good health."