“Why aren’t you eating, love? Have you been feeling unwell lately?”

It wasn’t even a question for him; he could sense something was amiss with her body at that very moment, at least. The fork in her trembling hand as it scraped against the plate. The ‘special’ diet he had instructed the chefs to prepare for her—one made just for her—was served for her morning, lunch, and dinner. She could see that smug smirk even from across the long table. God, how much she held back her tongue from saying such cruel words at him. After the wedding he had forced, she had to endure constant attention from him for a long time. Suddenly, the cold ring rested against her finger, feeling tight as if her fingers were swelling. That adorable corset Vincent had bought her suddenly doesn’t close anymore.

After a heavy dinner, the maids entered their chambers to assist the countess as her skin, now spilling from the corset, fattened. They congratulated her, but her angry gaze hushed them. She couldn’t bear to admit she was pregnant, not from the man who had kidnapped her away from her life. Sure, poverty was a challenge she faced from a young age. Even going far as wishing she will be married to a wealthy man to alleviate her family’s poverty. Not to be taken away. overwhelmed by the number of times she had attempted to escape from the man’s forced advances, but her efforts were futile. He always managed to find a way to get between her thighs. Her mind unaware as she hadn’t noticed the maids scatter with her still not being fully clothed.

” Aren’t you a lovely sight for sore eyes You know that these things can sometimes be a signs of pregna- “ You didn’t even want to hear the words he was about to say and turned him down, claiming that you just had a slight fever. he calmly explained that he had forged a letter to a skilled doctor, which made your world seem to crumble. That night was long. Sweat dripped from your forehead, and Vincent’s arm draped around you. One of his hands lingered on your slightly bulged belly, and you couldn’t help but imagine his son growing inside of you.

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The loudness of the street crowds seemed to fade away in your ears, replaced by a gentle sway of the air that caused your hair to sway in harmony with the wind’s flow. As you walked along the bustling shops, you noticed the fruits of May in Europe began to ripen: cherries, strawberries, and many other sweet fruits. These perfect fruits would make a delightful pie for your family tonight at dinner. After such a devastating cold, the air as free as a bird.

Though it seemed to dull after accidentally bumped into a man, causing you to fall to the floor with your fruits scattered as he apologized. He met your gaze, soft and innocent. Your small hands met his large ones as he helped you up. You should have listened to your gut. telling you to run, even as your heart pounded. However, when the man smirked, the world suddenly dimmed into pitch black as he was planning something, already to late to turn back, Vincent Phantomhive, held you tightly. You felt like you were weak, and fell to your knees in front of him. he whispered in your ear.

” Let me take you away from this. “

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Waking up from a nightmare in a cold sweat, you were suddenly hit with nausea. This made you jump and quickly run to the restroom. You vomited violently and noticed Vincent in the dark corner of the room, speaking. You could see his jaw moving, and then with a sudden focus of his senses, he was staring down at you with a smirk on his face. Small movements of his leathered shoes as he stalked towards you. The white coat following behind was enough to make you crawl away in fear. You hid in a corner before being grabbed by the wrist.

“This is your patient. She has the flu.” Vincent’s voice was smug as he gently placed you on the shared bed of yours, though he was forced to wait outside the room as the doctor examined you head to toe before he went deeper into the examination. though when he was about to call Vincent back, you stopped him.