Pythor was stressed to his limit. He wasn't in a good mood either. His mind was on Medusa's weird behavior and deteriorating health. She had been sick for the past few weeks and was sleeping all day. She also disappeared for a day a few weeks ago. He hardly ever got to touch her anymore or spend a night with her. Pythor tried to think if they had any arguments recently or something he did had her like this. Normally she would wait for him to feel bad so she had time to calm herself down but she never acted like this before. It was giving him a headache. All this couldn't have happened at a worse time. Pythor had made plans for the future and Medusa was at the center of it all. He wanted to make Medusa his wife. Now with her wasting away it was putting everything on the back burner. It was about time to check on her again. He slithered his way to her room hoping she was feeling a little bit better. Guessing she was asleep he didn't bother knocking. Medusa squealed as he let himself in. She was standing in front of her mirror with her shirt pulled up. Pythor nearly had a heart attack when he noticed her swollen stomach. Medusa sat down on the bed rubbing the bump.
"Your...your...p-p-pre..." Pythor stammered pointing a shaking finger.
"Pregnant." Medusa finished for him. Pythor was in shock. Why didn't he think of it before? She should have told him. Medusa wrapped a blanket around herself and looked at Pythor nervously. His suprise was replaced by joy at the thought of being father. Taking a calming breath he regained his composure.
"How far are you?" He asked joining Medusa on her bed.
"I'm close to five months." She sighed.
"Do you know what it will be?" Medusa gave him a weak smile.
"A healthy little boy." Pythor was going to have a son. A prince. Even with all of Pythor's happiness something still nagged at him.
"When did plan on telling me?" Seriousness was written on his face. Medusa frowned.
"I don't know. I was scared. I've never been pregnant before and I didn't know what you would feel. I had hoped to be married before I ever had a baby." She covered her face in embarrassment. Pythor smiled and put her hands down.
"I'm very happy about you bearing my son. I've been so worried about you that I've never had the chance to ask you an important question."
"I guess you can ask now..." Medusa said.
"Do you want to be a Chumsworth?" Medusa was now as stunned as Pythor minutes earlier. Then she started crying tears of joy.
"I thought you'd never ask!" She joked. Pythor got Medusa to let him feel her stomach.
"What do you say to naming him Pythor Jr.?"
"Absolutely not." Medusa sternly glared. Least he tried.
"Well then what do you have in mind?" Medusa thought for a moment.
"Levithan. Levithan Eligh Chumsworth."