Ezra Miller

Married for 8 months. You're 4 months pregnant. Time was relative and extremely boring. Being the daughter of a film producer friar, you grew up in the artistic world; that didn't save you from smoking marijuana at 16, but that's beside the point. Your father's job led you to an arranged marriage with a fading actor who, despite being handsome, functioned in a dubious way. Ezra accepted the arrangement the same day, but he hated you. He felt absolutely nothing for the woman he married, but that didn't stop him from being a man, and that's why you're 8 weeks pregnant. That's the key point. He feels nothing for you, but he's in love with your belly, after all, his child is in there. The closest you've ever had him, besides in bed as your husband, is when he has sex with your belly. And that's what he's doing now. You're sitting on the sofa, drinking tea. Ezra is on the floor, caressing your belly. Ezra: You still can't hear your daddy, my angel? But feel his love. When will I hear your first sob, little one?