Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

“Have you prepared it as I told you before?”

“Of course. We’ve already gotten everything set up in the special room upstairs. Please come this way.”

“Upstairs?”

Raven’s forehead twitched. He told her to prepare them in advance, but it was already organized upstairs—for someone who had a hard time to even move. Even if there was a lack of consideration, it was still too lacking.

Margareta, who wanted to avoid Raven’s already crumpled expression, quickly lowered her head.

“I apologize. I’m afraid that it’ll be rather noisy downstairs, so I’ve set it up upstairs. If it’s inconvenient for you, I’ll move everything downstairs.”

“It’s okay. The doctor did say that I should exercise anyway.”

Molitia stepped up before Raven could utter anything. As her voice slowly softened the sharp atmosphere, Margareta sighed discreetly.

“Thank you for your heartfelt understanding, Madame. I’ll make sure to prepare everything on the first floor next time.”

The second floor, which was followed by the ducal couple, eventually unfolded a cozy space amidst a quiet atmosphere. There was a clear indication of concern towards the Duchess who was pregnant.

Some refreshments and delicious cookies were all prepared beforehand. As if she had been waiting already, the designers immediately brought her some dresses of various designs.

A dress came into her line of sight as she was discussing various things to match her maternity dress.

“Raven, look at that. It must be children’s clothings.”

A dress entered into Raven’s eyes as well, which he straight away turned his attention to Molitia’s words.

“…too small.”

It was ridiculously small compared to the adults’. The clothes merely had three buttons and they looked just like those cute doll clothes.

“Isn’t my child going to wear something like that someday?”

Were those what people would wear? Raven just couldn’t imagine. He even wondered if he had ever worn such clothings when he was still young.

He didn’t notice whether it was there, but once he was aware of it, he just couldn’t take his eyes off of it. The size had been small yet everything that should be on clothings was already embedded. And that had eventually opened Raven’s heart.

“Do you like these clothes?”

Margareta, who noticed the couple’s eyes, quickly queried.

“I’m not sure of the baby’s gender yet, but…”

It was obvious that she couldn’t take her eyes off.

“You know what? If your stomach is especially round, it’s a boy.”

Was that it? Molitia glanced down at her stomach.

“These days, newborn babies tend to opt for colors which are gender-independent. There is this myth that goes that if you dress like that, your child will grow even healthier.”

“Do you happen to have clothes for newborns?”

Margareta shook her head embarrassingly at Raven’s words.

“I’m afraid our clothing store isn’t involved in making baby clothes.”

“Can’t you make them for me, then? I don’t care how much it’ll cost.“

No matter how much it would cost! Margareta’s eyes immediately flashed.

A baby’s outfit wouldn’t cost much money, but it was different for the Duchess. The moment her child was to wear it, the publicity effect would have been rather obvious. Margareta nodded her head quickly while thinking about the large sum of money that was just ahead of her.

“I think it will be most natural for me to create them when the Duchess desires them along with her wishes. And I’ll do my best to make them.”

“Thank you. I’d like to take a quick look at the designs of those clothes now.”

“I haven’t thought of anything concrete just yet, but how about this?”

The couple, who already had what they wanted, was very enthusiastic about it. Margareta, who had been talking passionately for a while, proceeded to touch the brooch proudly.

“Then, I will create this design with the final thought in mind.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“I will make them with all my passion!”

Raven, who was looking at the smiling Margareta, slowly got up from his seat. He implicitly called upon Margareta as soon as Molitia was looking elsewhere.

“Wait a minute.”

“Huh, Du-Duke.”

He stared at Margareta’s hands. There were designs in her arms, which she had talked to Molitia before and gave a rough sketch.

“Can you make different colors to the clothes that she talked about?”

“What kind of clothes are you talking about…?”

“The clothes which you had discussed with my wife.”

“Oh, you mean baby clothes?”

She unfurled the paper and placed it in front of Raven. The clothes of a small child were already drawn in various designs.

“Yes, I hope you can make it with as many colors as you can. And I want to order something else that my wife had also noticed during the design sketching.”

A child would grow up quickly. However, this had been the Duke’s case. Margareta, who couldn’t miss all the money, gave a sincere nod.

“Okay then, I will absolutely do that.”

“And bring the bill to me—not to my wife.”

“Yes, sir.”