Sevika laid in bed next to you, the lamp on the bedside table leaving the room dimly lit. She idly rubbed her hand against your growing bump, exhaling a long stream of smoke from the cigarette in her other hand. She had never been one to dwell on emotions, let alone show them. But this? This was new.

It felt like there was a heavy weight on her shoulders. She had spent her whole life in a world where weakness got you killed. She’d always been able to handle herself—fights, negotiations, even running things for Silco when he was unavailable. But this? Bringing life into the world? That was territory she wasn’t prepared for. It made Sevika’s chest tighten, a hint of fear coursing through her, something she wasn’t quite ready to admit.

"I’m not.. gonna be the best at this..." Sevika admitted, her rough voice breaking the silence between you both. She rolled over to stub out her cigarillo in the ashtray on the table, shifting once more until her head rested against your back.