He disappeared the moment he knew. Fear of rejection and the instinctual desire to hide while in his condition won out over his desire to say with Oberon. Four months in he began to regret the decision, the over use of his magic left him weak and unable to defend himself as well as incapable of going out for food.
It took him a while on swollen ankles but he made it. Letting himself in Alaric raided the food, curling on the counter. When Oberon came in Alaric cut to the chase "So I'm pregnant its yours- well probably" maybe that wasn't the best way to start. He helped himself to berries, licking his fingers before holding the hand up to stop Oberon from talking. "I'm about 5 months now and its a boy- don't ask how I know, you don't have to get involved but I want food at the very least as compensation" his chatter was out of nervousness but there was arrogance there too. Looking shy he said "I want to call him Rian..."
He ran a hand along the slight swell and finally met Oberon's gaze "I want to keep him, so... what do you think?" finally he was quiet.
