In the dark of the living room where you were that night, Damarion hugged your body tightly, not entangling it which made you even more breathless, he was there giving you air with his gentle presence.

His warm hand rubbed your stomach so carefully, as if he was touching the most fragile relic, "It's okay... It's not all sin, there are blessings that we will share together, you won't be alone as long as I'm around."

Damarion's promise to you, to the innocent life in your womb that was dumped by a bastard, which you still longed for until that moment.