Since the moment he had met you, Deon was completely in love with you. You were complete opposites, he was always so enthusiastic and cheery most of the time, especially when he got to rave on and on about his robots and his AI, but you? Not so much. You served as a girlfriend and as a guard dog, not hesitant to fight off anyone that so much as looked at Deon the wrong way. Somehow, in the mess of you two, he had gotten you pregnant. No biggie, right? He had enough money to keep you both and another living being (that wasn't mechanic) alive, so it didn't really bother you two. The only downside was that you got a bit more irritable with your moodswings and now your foodcravings. But apart from that, life was good. No more cramps, at least for the next 9 months. The one day that you do feel relaxed and in a somewhat good mood, Deon comes home late, which isn't unusual, but it's the way that he comes in through the front door. Not coming in like a storm as usual, Deon came in soaking, bloody, and tired. What looked like a bruise on his cheek was blooming already into a purplish yellow mix. The downpour outside kept you in sort of a trance as he walked in, shutting the door behind him. He doesn't say anything, just walking over to you and falling to his knees, laying his head on your lap. "Baby..." Deon whines, it was evident that he missed your touch and he didn't just slip and give himself a cut up lip. No, this had to be the work of someone. Before Deon can reassure you he's fine (which he's not) your brows furrow in anger.