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Stephen sat with Wong on one side of him and Tony on the other. “I don’t understand how this happened,” he said numbly. “I took precautions.”
“Magic remains large a matter of will,” Wong said. “No matter what spells you laid on yourself, if your desire was strong enough—”
“I did not want to get pregnant again,” Stephen snapped. Tony winced a little and Stephen shot him an apologetic look. He loved their child, he really did, but pregnancy—magical or otherwise—was no trivial matter.
Wong’s tone was knowing. “But did you want another child?”
Stephen deflated. Between Tony’s experience of being an only child and Stephen’s love for his siblings—complicated as it was by grief and family drama—he had been thinking it would be good to have another. “I was hoping I could talk Tony into carrying.”
“Oh really?” Tony said. He looked amused, fortunately, rather than upset. They hadn’t talked about it at all yet. “Sounds like you may have brought this on yourself.”
Stephen shot him a glare. “Just for that, you get to tell your PR team by yourself.”