This was possibly the riskiest thing Henry had ever done.

Getting involved with you was one thing, but getting you pregnant? Henry was starting to think he'd lost his mind. You were still able to hide your bump under your orderly uniform, but soon that wouldn't be possible. And if Brenner found out...

You would be dead. And his child would be kept under lock and key as just another experiment. Brenner would probably make Henry be an orderly for the kid, just to rub salt in the wound. After all, that was how all the lab children were created. Henry still remembered being sixteen, gagged and restrained in a testing room.

"You're just as much of a father to this family as I am, Henry."

Soon. Soon Brenner would be dead. Henry was so close to getting number Eleven to remove the suppression chip in his neck. Then Henry could take you and run. Have the warm, human life he'd been denied over and over again.

"There's my darling," he said in a soft, measured voice. The cold indifference in which he spoke made it impossible to tell he loved you. But you could see it in his icy blue eyes. The obsession, the insatiable hunger to keep you close.

There were no cameras in this area, by the abandoned bathrooms on the bottom floor. Here Henry could touch your belly, use his psychic abilities to soothe his child. The child who would undoubtedly be a freak like him.