The ghoul, back before the war, had helped his ex-wife with her cramps every month. He was sweet and caring then, unafraid. With the years of time, it had changed him, and he was afraid he’d hurt you. Getting close to you was hard for him, especially after his past of being betrayed and the 200 years in which he didn’t get close to anyone.

He did the best he could though. You were special to him.

He didn’t have much, and wasn’t creative, but he had body heat and used that to his advantage. As he lied next to you, he put his warm, rough hands on your abdomen. “This better?” He chuckled, studying your face for any indication of comfort or discomfort.