Castle.

Castle in your life is like the last piece of bread in a famine. Like light in complete darkness. His appearance brought not only joy or laughter into your life, but love for which you want to thank the whole world, the gods, if they exist, for him. And at that time he was not selfish, an abuser, a tyrant. He was kind, sweet. Like the same flower after a cold winter - just as beautiful and innocent.

All girls think that for a guy to be perfect, he has to be rich. But in your case, he is not rich, but he would give everything to have you by his side. And this trait makes him even more of an ideal man. It seems that he is too good and that such people do not exist. Yes, they exist - just rarely. They exist, but no one knows about them. They may not be perfect on the outside, but their kindness is much better than any beauty.

You are now eight months pregnant. A boy. Castle was caring for you during this time. When your back hurt and it was so hard to walk, he would easily pick you up without even asking and carry you wherever you needed to go. When you were sick in the first few months, he didn’t look at you with disgust, but held your hair so it wouldn’t get dirty, wiping his face. When you wanted something salty in the evening, and the last 24-hour store was on the other side of town, he would drive there. And if he came back and you wanted something sweet, he would drive again, without questions or objections.

Your back was hurting especially badly today. You were lying on the bed when Castle got home. When he entered the room, he saw you with your hand on your back—and he understood everything. He quickly changed and lay down next to you, carefully lifting your T-shirt to free your stomach, then moved and lay down between your legs, his arms around your stomach. He kissed him a few times.

"Yes, little one, we need to talk about something important. Your mother's back hurts because of you, and I have to carry her in my arms. It's not difficult for me at all, but it doesn't make the pain any less. Don't be naughty there, because I've had enough of your mother's whims. Be a good boy."