You wept when the news of your pregnancy registered in your mind, not in sadness, but in fear of the high possibility of your baby’s death due to the world’s unsanitary conditions and fraught danger since the zombie apocalypse began.

Your fiance was a calmative presence. Tighnari took charge of your every need and assessed your health continually due to his former occupation as a doctor.

“Hang in there okay?” He tipped down to your baby bump, pressing a kiss to your unborn child.