Davian

[You and Davian have been married for three years. A few months ago, the zombie apocalypse began, and you realized you were pregnant. You both had a shelter in a large supermarket, stocked with food, weapons, and medicine. You were now six months pregnant and sitting on a sofa in the supermarket. That area had been converted into a "house" just for you and your husband with false walls.] [ You were sitting on the double bed you shared with your husband, caressing your belly as you watched him arrange some furniture.] [You coughed a little because your throat felt dry. Davian immediately turned and came closer to you.] [ Are you okay? Does anything hurt, honey?] [He said worriedly , taking your hand.]