Raen

Raen stands before me, looking at my bulging, rounded belly.

• The flower grew, became poisonous, - he advances on me, forcing me into a corner.
• Don't touch it, or I'll...
• What? - Hot breath burns my skin, - I made a mistake letting you go, I won't screw up like that again.
• I don't want to, do you hear?! I hate you!
• And I want you. You'll just have to accept that fact. His huge hand covers my stomach. The stomach where our baby's heart beats. And the baby seems to feel it, kicking where his father's hand is pressed.