Became Pregnant With the Demon King’s Child

Felix didn’t even check the child’s face. He simply stared at Lowell, who had passed out from sheer exhaustion. Though he knew Lowell had just fainted from being worn out, seeing his eyes tightly shut again so soon after waking made him anxious all over again.
“This time, he truly just passed out from fatigue. He’ll open his eyes again soon, so there’s no need to worry.”

The midwife and priests continued gently tending to Lowell’s body, casting subtle glances at Felix as they worked. Felix, afraid he might break him with even the slightest touch, only dared to brush his fingertips over Lowell’s hand.
“Your Grace… it’s a young lord.”
A priest, who had received the baby in Felix’s stead while his attention was entirely fixed on Lowell, whispered the announcement. Though he had been told the child had protected Lowell, Felix couldn’t help but hold a faint grudge against the being who had just caused Lowell so much pain. He glanced at the baby with indifferent eyes.

The infant had already stopped crying and was now quietly breathing.
“Take good care of him.”
Felix turned his head, as if he’d said all he needed to. Strangely, it was the knights in the distance who craned their necks, dying of curiosity.

“...Huh?”
Just as the midwife was about to move the child to the prepared crib, she let out a soft gasp. Felix’s eyes immediately darted toward the baby. Wrapped in soft cloth, the infant had opened his squinty eyes and smiled. The warm blue light seeping through that tiny slit was enough to completely capture Felix.
The same warmth he had felt from Lowell—he could feel it clearly in the child. Just like when Lowell had first helped him without reason, Felix found himself helplessly drawn in again.

“Bring him here.”
Even as he was passed around, the child didn’t cry once. In Felix’s broad arms, he simply smacked his lips, as if content.
“The young lord is truly remarkable. It’s rare for a newborn to open their eyes so quickly.”

In truth, opening one’s eyes early wasn’t necessarily a good sign, but the midwife deliberately phrased it flatteringly. And despite being born borderline premature, the little one was healthier than most full-term babies—so it wasn’t a complete lie.
But Felix didn’t care what anyone around him said. Enchanted, he gazed down at the child with the look of someone who had fallen in love at first sight. It was a stark shift from the indifference he’d shown just moments ago.
“He looks like Lowell.”

The words slipped from his mouth like a sigh, and silence fell over the guestroom. The newborn was still wrinkled and red, but the veteran midwives could already tell. From the high nose bridge to the slightly upturned eyes—and most of all, the jet-black hair—there was no denying it. The baby looked just like Duke Felix.
“A smile this beautiful… if he didn’t resemble Lowell, how could it be?”
It was absurd to think a newborn, less than a day old, could smile. But overwhelmed with emotion, no one dared tell Felix it was just his imagination. The best they could do was bow their heads to hide their smiles.

“Yes. Lord Lowell—no, the Duchess—will be delighted as well.”
Only the loyal Tia managed to give a proper answer.
***
Lowell woke two days later.

Felix had been hounding the priests for answers by the hour, asking when “soon” would finally come. Though technically it was just nagging, it felt more like outright threats—and the priests had been in constant fear that if Lowell didn’t wake soon, they might actually wither and die under the pressure.
Maybe that’s why someone even shed a few tears of joy the moment Lowell stirred.
“Felix...”

Felix, who hadn’t left Lowell’s side for even a second, smiled faintly and nodded.
“Yeah. I’m here. You don’t even need to call.”
Lowell, unusually needy, buried his face in Felix’s chest and nuzzled into him. Felix gently patted his back, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

“Did you eat anything?”
“No.”
“Sleep?”
“That, too… no.”

“You shouldn’t have…”
Lowell didn’t press him further—he already knew exactly why Felix hadn’t eaten or slept. He couldn’t hide his pity, though. That much was unavoidable.
“Aren’t you curious about the baby?”

Lowell flinched. His belly had deflated, so it was clear the child had been born—but he hadn’t dared ask, fearing something might have gone wrong.
Still, if Felix brought it up first… then the baby must be all right, right?
Still leaning against Felix’s chest, Lowell gave a small nod. Felix grasped his shoulders and gently pulled him back. His expression showed a hint of reluctance, not wanting to let go.

“Look over there.”
Felix tilted his chin toward a dazzling baby cradle. Had that been all, Lowell wouldn’t have been too surprised. But that wasn’t all.
Expensive-looking toys overflowed from the cradle, picture books stacked high despite the baby being far too young to read, and three attendants hovered nearby. The child was completely hidden behind them.

“…Did I sleep for three months?”
“If you had, do you think I’d be sane right now?”
Felix answered grimly, as if the very thought was horrifying. Lowell had suspected as much, but it didn’t seem possible to amass that many things in just a few weeks.

“You were asleep for two straight days. I thought my heart was going to melt all over again.”
“…I’m sorry.”
Still groggy from his long sleep, Lowell reflexively apologized. Everything felt like a dream.

“Is the baby all right?”
“Yes. Perfectly healthy.”
The moment Felix said it, the tension that had been knotted inside Lowell completely dissolved. In its place bloomed a surreal sense of reality—and a warm anticipation.

He’s really been born…
Meeting the child he had only seen in a dream felt strangely embarrassing, yet exciting. He wanted to see the little one’s face—this child who had endured so much.
Just then, the temporary nursemaid, sensing the moment, brought the baby over and placed him gently in Felix’s arms. Lowell looked down at the baby with shining eyes. His whole body trembled with nervous tension, like a drumbeat in his chest.

“Baby…”
But the moment he laid eyes on the child, Lowell couldn’t help but repeat the same question again.
“Are you sure I only slept for two days?”

“I didn’t say only—I said two whole days, Lowell.”
“No, I mean… the baby’s way too big for just being born, isn’t he?”
Lowell’s eyes widened as he looked at the already hefty child. It might’ve looked less dramatic in Felix’s enormous arms, but if anyone else had held him, he would’ve seemed even larger.

I don’t remember him being this big when I passed out right after giving birth…
Compared to what he remembered, the baby looked like he was already a month old.
“They said he absorbed your magic, so his growth would be accelerated for a while. In about a week, his development will slow down to normal.”

“I see…”
With the explanation, Lowell finally studied the baby in Felix’s arms closely.
Plump and pink, the baby reached toward Lowell the moment he came into view. As if asking to be held.

“You’re beautiful…”
Lowell murmured over and over, unable to stop the words as he fidgeted, unsure what to do. The child truly was beautiful. Though he clearly resembled Felix, it wasn’t a sharp or handsome beauty—it was… tender.
“Uuh…”

So far, the baby had barely made a sound, but now that Lowell wasn’t picking him up despite his reaching hands, he began to scowl and look like he might cry. Felix, who had gotten used to handling the child over the past two days, tried calming him—but it wasn’t enough.
“May I hold him?”
“Won’t he be too heavy?”

Felix clearly didn’t like the idea of Lowell lifting anything. Not even the baby.
“It’s just for a moment. I’ll be fine.”
When the baby let out a pitiful wail, Felix reluctantly stepped aside.

“If your arms get tired, say something.”
The moment the baby was in Lowell’s arms, he slowly stopped crying. Even after the tears dried, he kept sniffing like he was still upset, and reached out as if to be held even tighter. Lowell looked between the baby and Felix and broke into a wide, dazzling smile. A joy that felt like he was # Nоvеlight # hugging happiness itself spread through him.
“Baby, you’re so beautiful. Is it because you take after Felix?”

Lowell whispered gently, tapping the baby’s cheek. The baby, who should’ve found it uncomfortable, curled his lips upward slightly.
Seeing what looked like a smile, Lowell and Felix locked eyes in amazement. Lowell burst into laughter—clear and pure.
That bell-like laughter lit up Felix’s entire world in an instant. It was a light he might never have seen again if Lowell hadn’t woken up.

“Seems like our little one was waiting for you to wake up, too.”
“Really? Daddy should’ve woken up sooner. Sorry, baby.”
As Lowell touched the baby’s warm little hand, he suddenly looked up at Felix with sharp realization. Felix, who’d been gazing at the two of them fondly, blinked in surprise.

“Are you still calling him ‘Little Bean’?”
Felix went silent.
Before Lowell woke up, everyone in the guestroom had been secretly wondering the same thing—Is he seriously going to name the child Little Bean?

“What if he grows up thinking that’s actually his name?!”
Unaware of Lowell’s exasperation, Little Bean peacefully fell asleep for the first time in his mother’s arms. A cold bead of sweat trickled down Felix’s back.