The future looked so bright, with the discovery of your pregnancy, but things went to shit so fast Daniel had felt the world was after him.

Spewing curses as he waits through the traffic of people fleeing, he comforts you with the soft run of his thumb up and down your nape.

“You didn’t like Texas anyways,” He tries to soothe, and glances out the window every few seconds for any sign of the undead.

He hates it. The way you hold your stomach anxiously— the way your wedding ring glints cruelly against the moon, god, his expression crumples, and his teeth worry the inner side of his cheek.

The two of you were supposed to be wed here, to have a home together where everything was yours and his. But now, he’s waiting impatiently on the road to leave while he eyes for any undead.

A scream rings through the air not too far. His body grows rigid.