Became Pregnant With the Demon King’s Child

The entire room was filled with flowers. But something about it was oddly clumsy—there was no trace of a professional’s touch.

Don’t tell me…
Lowell widened his eyes and looked at Felix. Felix was very obviously avoiding his gaze.
“Someone once advised me that, after you’ve done something wrong, you should apologize while doing something the other person likes.”

The fact that he had asked a person this time and not consulted a book struck Lowell with unexpected emotion.
“But you don’t particularly like jewelry, and you didn’t seem all that pleased when I bought you clothes, either. And it wasn’t possible to prepare something big in such a short amount of time.”
It was the first time Lowell had seen Felix ramble like this. At this moment, he didn’t look like a Grand Duke who governed a massive estate—but rather, like a young man flustered by his first love.

“So I figured… you seemed to like the greenhouse, so I brought in flowers.”
In truth, Felix had asked Tia multiple times the day before, “Would something like that really improve the mood?” And Tia had replied, “It’s better than doing nothing, Your Grace.”
Even after checking, he still didn’t seem confident—he stood there, clearly hesitant.
“I didn’t say what I did because I truly believed it. It’s just… you’re so attractive, it makes me overreact, even though it’s not your fault.”

He had a talent for turning apologies into compliments. Lowell found the situation funny and embarrassing at the same time—he could hardly stand it.
To think this all happened because I was too ashamed to show him a terrible painting…
Maybe it was the thick scent of flowers, but Lowell felt lightheaded, like gravity had disappeared. One thing was certain—it didn’t feel real.

If I’d known it’d come to this, I should’ve just shown him right away.
He regretted it now—but he also knew arguments like this were sometimes necessary in a relationship. On paper, the two were only a year apart in age. In reality, the difference was larger. And when it came to relationships, Lowell had far more experience. So from little things to big things, it was often Lowell who understood and moved on.
He didn’t feel tired from it. It felt natural. If anything, he thought it was good that his nature could help Felix. But sometimes, conflict was the only way to move forward.

This—Felix’s realization—was one such thing. He had, however faintly, become aware of his possessiveness. Though he couldn’t yet say he would change, he did promise to be more discreet about it in front of Lowell. That alone made Lowell feel strangely refreshed.
If he’d said he’d completely stop, I wouldn’t have believed him. But there’s something oddly honest about him.
For the first time since the fight, Lowell let out a warm, genuine laugh.

“Right. That’s a good idea, but this time, there’s no need.”
“Why not?”
“Because it wasn’t worth that much. I was embarrassed and tried to hide it, but really, it was nothing. Just… promise you won’t laugh when you see my painting.”
“Why would I laugh at a painting you made?”

Lowell squeezed his eyes shut.
“It’s faster to show you than to explain.”
He stood up and pulled out the painting hidden under the bed. Felix, who never imagined it would be there, found himself wondering: What kind of painting did he have to hide so desperately?
And even after seeing it, that question wasn’t answered.

“It’s bad, right?”
Lowell scratched his cheek as he asked. Felix stared at the picture in complete silence. He couldn’t tell what it was supposed to be, so he had no idea if it was good or bad.
If it’s supposed to be some kind of monster, it’s extremely accurate. But I can’t for the life of me figure out why he drew it.

Felix even tilted his head ninety degrees, wondering if he was looking at it wrong. The more he did, the redder Lowell’s neck became.
“It’s a bit abstract… but I’m not sure it’s something that needed to be hidden. What’s it meant to be?”
“Felix…”

Lowell’s voice dropped unusually low. The last part came out so quietly that Felix thought he’d just called his name and responded with a confused, “Hmm?”
“I said… it’s you, Felix. I told you I’d draw your portrait.”
Lowell buried his face in his hands. He’d prepared himself to confess—but seeing Felix fail to recognize that the subject was him made the embarrassment surge anew.

“You drew me?”
Felix looked ready to say Don’t lie to me, but instead fell silent and examined the picture more carefully. And then… just as Lowell had said, the black slime-like figure began to take on a human form.
“This is supposed to be my hair, then.”

“Yes.”
“And… what’s this?”
“Your sword. The one you usually carry.”

Silence fell over the room. Lowell saw Felix’s lips twitch uncontrollably.
“You promised you wouldn’t laugh.”
“Ahem. Right. Now that I look closely, it does resemble me. These sword eyes are especially accurate.”

That was his nose.
“Yes. Thank you.”
Lowell decided not to explain his artistic vision. Instead, he chose to be grateful for Felix’s generous response.

At least he didn’t say, “Is this really how I look to you?” and get angry.
Having released all expectations, Lowell didn’t feel too disappointed. In fact, having shown it, he felt oddly unburdened.
“I’m sorry I raised my voice that time, too. It wasn’t something worth yelling over. That was rude of me.”

Lowell offered his apology a little late, and Felix shook his head.
“No need to say that. They say it’s normal.”
“Normal?”

“Yeah. Apparently when the belly gets big enough, people get sensitive. You’re supposed to be gentle and careful with them.”
Lowell had to admit he’d overestimated his own self-control. He’d thought he’d be immune to hormonal swings.
The small argument had taught not just Felix, but Lowell as well.

It’s okay to fight.
Lowell had felt ashamed for letting his emotions spiral and making a mess of things—but Felix showed him it wasn’t a big deal, and that it could be resolved. Ideally, he’d stay in control. But even if he failed once or twice, he had someone who wouldn’t turn away. That alone was comforting.
Not that I should get used to acting like that, though.

Maybe he’d been too strict with himself. Maybe it was okay to loosen the reins a little.
“Felix.”
“Yeah?”

“That was our first fight, wasn’t it?”
Felix still wasn’t sure this qualified as a “fight,” but he nodded obediently. He looked like a giant dog following orders—less imposing Grand Duke, more lovable companion. Thank goodness the knights weren’t in the room.
“Do you know what you’re supposed to do when you make up after a fight?”

Lowell asked, pretending like he was a seasoned expert, even though this was his first reconciliation too. Felix looked ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) puzzled.
“Bend down a little.”
Felix did so without question, though his face soon filled with why are we doing this?
Lowell didn’t answer. He simply wrapped his arms around Felix’s neck and kissed him.

It was a light, birdlike kiss. Felix stared at him in a daze.
“You’re supposed to kiss and make up.”
Felix gazed at the shyly smiling Lowell—and then promptly devoured him with a fierce kiss. As Felix’s tongue swept into his mouth, Lowell closed his eyes.

“Making up… isn’t so bad.”
Felix muttered as he finally pulled back. The nervousness and awkwardness of the whole day had been completely forgotten.
“Still… it’s better not to need to.”

Lowell gently agreed with a smile. There had been bumps—but now everything felt peaceful. Perfect, even.
If only the letter that arrived the next day hadn’t shattered that illusion.