One-Shot Transmigration: Sorry I'm Here To Ruin Your Happy Ever After-Chapter 132: He’s pregnant(1)

A month passed.

What should have been peace settled into unease instead.

Min-jae fell ill without warning.

At first it was a mild fever. Then a lingering heat. Then nights where his skin burned beneath Meical’s palms and mornings where he could barely open his eyes.

Two weeks.

Two full weeks and the fever showed no sign of breaking. If anything, it worsened.

The physician never truly left the estate anymore. He slept in a spare room, ate quickly, and was summoned at all hours. Every tonic had been tried. Every herb brewed. Every pulse taken with a deepening frown.

"I don’t understand it," the physician admitted quietly one evening. "His vitals are strong. His body should be fighting this."

Meical sat at the bedside, fingers threaded carefully through Min-jae’s damp hair, not trusting himself to speak.

What unsettled them most was the air around Min-jae.

It felt pleasant.

It was warm, soft.

Almost comforting.

The servants noticed it when they entered the room. The physician noticed it when he leaned closer. Even Meical noticed it when he sat beside the bed for hours, holding Min-jae’s hand.

"There is a scent.." one maid said quietly, unsure whether it was appropriate to speak of it. "It is sweet."

Meical noticed it too.

It was subtle but unmistakable, clinging faintly to the air around Min-jae.

Min-jae didn’t smell like someone who was bedridden and sick.

Instead, it was a gentle warmth in the air, like spring after rain.

Yura noticed everything.

She had been watching quietly for days, taken account of the changes she had noticed from the past week.

Her brother’s skin had changed.

She could have understood if they were back home and he was using some wicked skincare product.

But in times like this, when they had only soap.

He couldn’t be glowing when he was suffering from prolonged fever.

His frame, once lean and sharp, had also softened subtly, his hips rounder and waist more defined.

Even his chest had gotten fuller.

Enough that Yura had blinked twice the first time she noticed it.

His hair had grown faster than it should have, spilling longer over the pillows no matter how often it was trimmed.

And then there was the air.

Yura could see it.

A faint pink haze curling around him when the light hit just right.

Her breath caught.

She stared.

Then leaned back slowly, her heart pounding.

No way.

She pressed a hand to her mouth, mind racing.

Yura felt her stomach drop.

She knew this.

She had read too many novels not to recognize it.

A prolonged fever, sweet yet gentle scent, physical changes.

If this wasn’t a secondary gender awakening then she didn’t know what was.

There was only one explanation.

Her brother was presenting as an Omega.

They explained everything perfectly. When she read the novel, the novel author did say the novel had many route.

She guessed the Omegaverse route had been unlocked.

Yura slowly looked toward Meical, who sat beside the bed, exhausted and worried, his hand never leaving Min-jae’s.

Oh, this was going to be complicated. Yura thought to herself.

She didn’t say anything yet, when her brother had broken his fever, she would discuss it with him.

Meical sat beside the bed, unmoving.

When Min-jae stirred, it was always the same.

"...Meical."

The voice was weak, barely more than air.

"I’m here," Meical answered immediately, leaning closer.

Min-jae’s lashes fluttered, eyes unfocused, but the moment his gaze landed on Meical, his body visibly relaxed.

"Good," he murmured. "I was scared you left."

"I didn’t," Meical said quietly. "I won’t."

Min-jae shifted restlessly, fingers curling into the sheets. "It’s too hot," he whispered. "I hate this. I can’t cool down."

Meical slid an arm beneath his shoulders and lifted him carefully, settling him against his chest. "Come here."

Min-jae leaned into him without hesitation, pressing closer like it was instinct.

"...That helps," he breathed. "Don’t move."

"I’m not moving."

For a moment, Min-jae just stayed there, breathing unevenly, forehead resting against Meical’s neck.

"When I wake up and you’re not next to me," Min-jae said softly, voice slurred with exhaustion, "it feels worse. Everything feels worse."

Meical’s grip tightened slightly. "Then I’ll stay right here."

Min-jae nodded faintly, eyes slipping shut again. His hand fumbled until it found Meical’s sleeve, fingers curling weakly around the fabric.

"...Just stay," he murmured. "Please."

"I’m here," Meical repeated. "So go back to sleep."

Min-jae relaxed against him, consciousness fading once more. Meical stayed exactly where he was, counting each breath, watching for any sign the fever might ease.

It didn’t.

Another week passed.

The fever eased slowly, like a tide retreating. Min-jae began to wake without shivering, his breathing steadier, his color returning. By the time Franklin arrived again, the oppressive heat had finally left his body.

Meical had not left his side.

Franklin checked Min-jae’s temperature, examined his eyes, listened to his breathing, then smiled faintly. "The worst has passed. The fever has broken. You are recovering well, my lord."

Meical released a breath he felt he had been holding for weeks. "So he is out of danger."

"Yes," Franklin said. "I will remain a little longer, but it seems I may soon return to my residence."

Min-jae shifted against the pillows, blinking. "So I’m not dying," he said hoarsely. "Good to know."

Meical huffed quietly. "Do not joke."

"I’m serious," Min-jae replied, lips twitching. "I’ve been half-dead for weeks."

Franklin stepped closer to the bed. "Before I leave, I will check your pulse once more."

He took Min-jae’s wrist.

At first, his expression remained neutral.

Then it changed.

His brows drew together slightly. He adjusted his grip, counting again. Then again. The room grew very still.

Meical noticed immediately. "What is it."

Franklin did not answer right away. He took Min-jae’s other wrist, repeated the motion, then straightened slowly.

"This is... unexpected," he said carefully.

Min-jae frowned. "Unexpected how."

Franklin folded his hands behind his back. "My lord’s pulse has returned to normal strength, but the pace is abnormal. It is not erratic. It is layered."

Meical stiffened. "Speak plainly."

Franklin hesitated, then nodded. "The lord seems to me to be showing signs of pregnancy."

The words landed heavily.

Silence filled the room.

Min-jae stared at him. "What."

Meical did not move. "That is impossible."

Franklin raised a hand calmly. "I understand how it sounds. It was not noticeable before because of the prolonged fever. Now that it has broken, the signs are clearer. The pulse suggests more than one rhythm. I believe it is because there is more than one fetus."

Min-jae’s mind went blank. "You’re saying I’m... what. No. That doesn’t make sense."

"I will not declare certainty without confirmation," Franklin said. "I will run additional tests."

The air in the room grew sweet, thick, almost cloying.

Min-jae noticed it vaguely, like a warmth pressing at his senses, but it did not register as anything strange. Meical noticed only that his head felt light, his chest tight, his thoughts slow.

Franklin, however, showed no reaction at all.

He busied himself with his instruments, checking Min-jae’s abdomen, his eyes, his tongue, taking notes with meticulous care. Meical watched every movement, his expression unreadable.

Min-jae swallowed. "Doctor," he said quietly. "I’m not a woman."

Franklin nodded. "I am aware."

"Then how."

"That," Franklin replied, "is beyond my expertise. I can only speak of what the body presents."

After a long while, Franklin stepped back.

He exhaled slowly.

"I can now confirm it," he said. "The lord is indeed pregnant."

The words felt heavier the second time.

"This explains the prolonged fever, the lethargy, the nausea in the mornings. The body was overwhelmed by multiple changes occurring at once."

Min-jae stared at the ceiling, stunned. "Pregnant," he repeated under his breath. "You’re saying I’m pregnant."

Meical’s hands clenched at his sides.

Kaizar was not a woman.

That thought rang loud and insistent in his mind.

"How," he said quietly. "How could this happen."

Franklin met his gaze. "I do not yet have that answer. Only that it has."

The room fell silent again.

Min-jae closed his eyes, one hand drifting unconsciously to his stomach, confusion written across his face.

Neither of them noticed the faint pink shimmer in the air.

Neither of them understood the sweetness that lingered.

Only that something had changed.

And that nothing would be the same again.

Franklin straightened, smoothing his coat. He cleared his throat and addressed both of them with the same calm authority he always carried, the weight of experience in his voice.

"My lord," he began, "this is a delicate condition, though I will treat it with the same care and attention I would give any pregnant woman. There are several measures to ensure both your health and the health of the children."