In the dimly lit bedroom, Bisca stirred from her slumber, her eyelids heavy with sleep, as the shrill ring of her phone pierced through the quiet of the night. With a groggy mumble, she fumbled for her phone, blinking away the drowsiness as she answered the call.

"Hello?" Her voice was still thick with sleep, but she managed to sound coherent enough.

"Hey, Bisca, it's Jason from Sorcerer Weekly," came the voice from the other end of the line.

Recognition dawned on Bisca as she rubbed her eyes, trying to fully wake up. "Oh, hey, Jason. Sorry, I didn't check the caller ID. What's up?"

Jason's voice sounded enthusiastic, despite the late hour. "I hope I didn't wake you up, but I have an exciting opportunity for you and Alzack. We'd love for you two to do another photoshoot for the magazine."

Bisca's mind began to clear as the excitement of a new opportunity flooded in. "Another photoshoot? That sounds great! We'd be more than happy to do it."

"That's fantastic to hear!" Jason's tone was genuinely pleased. "We've got some new concepts we're itching to try out, and we think you two would be perfect for them. Can we count on you for tomorrow?"

Bisca glanced at the clock, noting the late hour. "Tomorrow? Um, sure, what time?"

"Let's aim for 11 o'clock. How does that sound?" Jason suggested.

Bisca mentally checked her schedule, realizing something. "Actually, that should work. I'll just need to confirm with Alzack. Can I get back to you in a bit?"

"Absolutely, take your time. We're just thrilled to have you both on board again. Thanks, Bisca!" Jason sounded genuinely appreciative before saying his goodbyes and hanging up.

Turning to Alzack, who had stirred slightly during the conversation, Bisca relayed the news. "Hey, Alzack, that was Jason from Sorcerer Weekly. They want us to do another photoshoot tomorrow at 11."

Alzack rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his expression turning thoughtful. "Tomorrow at 11? Isn't that around the same time as your ultrasound?"

Bisca's eyes widened in realization. "Oh, you're right. I completely forgot about that."

Concern etched into his features, Alzack sat up, a hand reaching out to gently touch Bisca's arm. "Are you sure you can manage both?"

Bisca nodded, determination in her gaze. "Yeah, I'll make it work. The ultrasound's at 9, so we should have enough time. Plus, it's just a photoshoot. I'll be fine."

Alzack studied her for a moment before giving a small nod. "Okay, if you're sure. Just don't overdo it, alright?"

Bisca offered him a reassuring smile. "I won't. Thanks, Alzack."

With plans set for both the photoshoot and the ultrasound, Bisca settled back into bed, the anticipation of the upcoming day mixing with the warmth of Alzack's presence beside her. Despite the late hour, sleep came easier now, dreams of the future swirling in her mind.

Time skip to morning

As Bisca stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her outfit for the day, Alzack approached from behind, wrapping his arms gently around her midsection. His touch was warm and comforting, a reassuring presence amidst the nervous fluttering in her stomach.

"Morning, babe," Alzack's voice was soft, filled with the affection he held for her.

"Morning, honey," Bisca replied, leaning back slightly into his embrace. The scent of his cologne mingled with her own, creating a cocoon of familiarity and love around them.

"Ready to go?" Alzack's question was simple, yet it carried a weight of anticipation for the day ahead.

"Yeah," Bisca nodded, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness.

Sensing her unease, Alzack gently lifted her chin, meeting her gaze in the mirror. "Hey, honey, can you tell..." Bisca's voice trailed off, her eyes searching his reflection for reassurance.

"Tell what?" Alzack's brows furrowed slightly, confusion flickering across his features.

"That I'm pregnant," Bisca whispered, her fingers tracing absent-minded circles over her tiny baby bump.

Alzack's expression softened, understanding dawning in his eyes as he gazed at her reflection. "No, not really. Your stomach doesn't show that much," he replied, his hand moving to rest atop her bump, a tender gesture filled with affection and protectiveness.

Bisca's shoulders sagged with relief, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "But I'm nervous about the photoshoot," she admitted, her voice tinged with apprehension.

"Why are you nervous?" Alzack's tone was gentle, his thumb tracing soothing circles over her bump.

"Because what if Jason notices?" Bisca's words came out in a rush, her worries bubbling to the surface.

"He won't, don't worry. And if he does, I'll cover for you," Alzack reassured her, pulling her closer into his embrace.

Bisca's heart swelled with gratitude for the man standing beside her, his unwavering support a beacon of strength in her moments of doubt. Leaning into his kiss, she found solace in his arms, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as a team.

Time skip to guildhall

As Bisca and Alzack entered the guildhall, they were greeted by the familiar sight of their fellow guildmates going about their day. Among them was Wendy, the gentle Sky Dragon Slayer, who approached them with a warm smile.

"Hey, Alzack, Bisca," Wendy greeted, her voice soft and friendly.

"Hey, Wendy," Bisca returned the greeting, a hint of excitement dancing in her eyes.

"You ready for the ultrasound?" Wendy inquired, her gaze filled with concern and anticipation.

"Yeah," Bisca nodded, a mix of nerves and excitement fluttering in her chest.

"Okay, so let's head to the infirmary," Wendy suggested, leading the way with confident strides.

Bisca followed Wendy into the infirmary, feeling a sense of apprehension creeping over her as she settled onto the examination bed. Alzack stood by her side, his reassuring presence grounding her amidst the whirlwind of emotions.

"Are you ready, Bisca?" Wendy's voice was gentle, her eyes filled with compassion as she prepared the ultrasound machine.

"Yeah," Bisca replied, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. With a resigned sigh, she removed her vest, exposing her stomach for the examination.

Bisca winced slightly as Wendy applied the cold gel to her stomach, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. But Alzack's hand clasping hers provided a source of comfort, his touch a soothing balm against the discomfort.

"Can you tell us the gender?" Bisca couldn't help but ask, her voice tinged with curiosity and excitement.

"It's too early to tell," Wendy explained gently, her focus on the ultrasound screen as she moved the wand over Bisca's abdomen.

Bisca's heart sank at the news, but she quickly brushed aside her disappointment, focusing instead on the joy of the moment.

"Can you at least give us a copy of the ultrasound?" Bisca requested, a hopeful smile tugging at her lips.

"Of course," Wendy replied, her own smile warm and reassuring as she printed out a picture of the ultrasound for them.

"Thanks, Wendy," Bisca expressed her gratitude, slipping her vest back on with a sense of contentment.

"No problem," Wendy replied, her eyes sparkling with genuine affection.

As they left the infirmary, Alzack turned to Bisca with a supportive smile. "You ready to go to the photoshoot?"

Bisca nodded, a surge of excitement coursing through her veins. "Yeah, let's do this."

Time skip to photoshoot

As the sun began its descent towards the horizon, casting a golden hue over the beach, Jason, the photographer from Sorcerer Weekly, approached Alzack and Bisca with a friendly smile.

"Hey, you guys," Jason greeted, his enthusiasm evident in his voice.

"Hey, Jason," Bisca replied with a warm smile, her eyes bright with anticipation.

"You guys ready?" Jason inquired, his gaze shifting between the couple.

"Yeah," Alzack nodded, his voice filled with determination.

"Okay, so we don't have the beach for very long, but for the time that we do have it, we'll just take pictures of both of you," Jason explained, his tone businesslike yet friendly.

"Okay, sounds good," Bisca agreed, a sense of excitement bubbling within her.

As Alzack and Bisca began to prepare for the photoshoot, the atmosphere was suddenly disrupted by an insensitive comment from one of the lighting crew.

"Hey, Bisca, what happened? Did you forget to work out?" the lightning guy jeered, his words laced with mockery.

Alzack's protective instincts kicked in immediately as he wrapped his arm around Bisca's waist, shielding her from the hurtful remark. "Hey, don't talk to my wife like that," he retorted firmly.

Realizing his mistake, the lightning guy quickly backtracked. "You're right, I was way off," he muttered, chastened by Alzack's response.

Bisca managed a weak smile, grateful for Alzack's support. "You okay, babe?" he asked, concern etched into his features.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Bisca reassured him, though the sting of the comment lingered in her mind.

Despite the momentary discomfort, the photoshoot continued, with Jason capturing images of Alzack and Bisca against the backdrop of the beach. However, amidst the poses and smiles, Bisca felt a sudden twinge of pain in her stomach.

"Ouch," she exclaimed, clutching her abdomen.

"You okay, babe?" Alzack's voice was filled with worry as he reached out to steady her.

"Yeah, I think the baby's hungry," Bisca replied, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach.

"Jason, can we take a break? I didn't eat anything this morning," she requested, her voice tinged with discomfort.

"Sure, we can take a break," Jason agreed, concern evident in his expression.

As they sat together under the shade of an umbrella, Alzack and Bisca glanced at the picture of the ultrasound they had brought with them, a sense of wonder and excitement washing over them.

"I can't believe that we're actually going to have a family," Bisca murmured, her eyes shimmering with emotion.

"Yeah, I know," Alzack replied, his hand gently resting on Bisca's stomach, a silent promise of love and protection.

Their moment of intimacy was interrupted by Jason's call for them to return to the shoot.

"Okay, we're coming," Bisca replied hastily, quickly tucking away the ultrasound picture.

"What were you guys looking at?" Jason asked curiously, his eyes darting between them.

"Oh, nothing," Bisca replied with a forced smile, hoping to deflect his attention.

But just as she spoke, a wave of dizziness washed over her, threatening to engulf her senses. Thankfully, Alzack was quick to react, catching her before she could collapse.

"You okay, babe?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

"Yeah, I'm just tired," Bisca replied weakly, leaning into his embrace for support.

"Listen, Jason, Bisca's tired. Can we call it a day?" Alzack requested, his tone firm yet polite.

"Yeah, sure," Jason agreed, his concern for Bisca overriding any desire to continue the shoot.

"Let's go home," Alzack suggested, gently helping Bisca to her feet.

"Yeah," Bisca murmured, grateful for the opportunity to rest.

Once they arrived home, Bisca sank onto the couch, exhaustion weighing heavily upon her. Alzack joined her, resting his head on her tiny baby bump with a tender smile.

"Honey, the baby won't be kicking for another month," Bisca chuckled softly, running her fingers through Alzack's hair.

"How do you know?" Alzack asked, his voice muffled against her stomach.

"I just know," Bisca replied with a contented sigh.

As the night descended around them, casting a tranquil aura over their home, Bisca and Alzack curled up together in bed, finding solace and comfort in each other's arms as they drifted off to sleep, their dreams filled with visions of the future they would build together as a family.