The Proposal!

-Clang!

The sound of a spoon hitting the floor seemed unusually loud.

“Morning sickness…?”

Ian, who had dropped the spoon, asked the proprietress in a daze.

“Yeah. That young lady usually likes fried food, right? When it suddenly doesn’t agree with her, it’s often morning sickness. And she’s got a fine-looking husband right here.”

The proprietress spoke with that unmistakably teasing tone of an older woman.

Morning sickness? That thing that mostly happens to pregnant women?

…Come to think of it, when was my last period?

Hadn’t it been quite a while?

“Huh? Didn’t you have any signs of it before we went to the Mage Kingdom?”...