Min-jae's fingers curled into the sheets.
"That's not happening..." he said flatly.
Meical turned to him at once. "What is not happening."
"That.." Min-jae repeated, finally lifting his head. His eyes were sharp now, no trace of the earlier daze left. "You finding a partner. Absolutely not."
For a moment, Meical simply stared at him, then a low sound left his chest, halfway between a laugh and a growl. "I had no intention of doing so."
Min-jae blinked. "You didn't."
"No." Meical stepped closer, placing a hand firmly over Min-jae's stomach again, possessive and certain. "If there is a rut, then it concerns us. You are my spouse. There is no 'other partner' in this matter."
Min-jae let out a breath he did not realize he was holding. "Good. Because I was about to fight someone."
Meical arched a brow. "In your current condition."
"I would have found a way."
