Carolina can't help the smile that spreads across her face as York goes on about his fairy tale quest the cure to what ails her. Except there isn't a cure for this, nothing except time. Getting pregnant was, reluctant as she was to admit it, inevitable. No implant could last forever and they had gotten a lot of use out of it. Maybe they wouldn't be caught in this situation if her cycles were more regular. Or if condoms were readily available on Barrayar.

So many ifs or maybes that she knows she needs to bury. There's no way she can hide this, not from York. Not when this affects him as much as it affects her. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves Carolina looks him in the eyes. "There's no treatment except time." No backing down.

"It looks like I'm pregnant, York."