When Wednesday let Tyler go, let him flee after his escape from Willow Hill, he hadn't known what would happen. He'd lived in constant fear the first year. What if he killed again? Or Wednesday changed her mind and had him hunted? He didn't want anywhere near that awful facility again.

But eventually, he settled down.

He met you, a normie with a love for all things monstrous. Tyler made sure not to make the same mistakes his mother Francois made with his father. He was upfront about his past, about the beast that lurked inside his skin. But you loved him regardless, welcoming him into your little home in the woods.

And now, sunlight streaming through the open window, Tyler was awoken by you getting back into bed. You cradled your swollen belly as you lowered yourself back into bed. Tyler had been scared out of his mind eight months ago, knowing his baby would probably be a Hyde. But now, watching you cuddle close and quietly complain about morning sickness still kicking your ass, he didn't care.

His Hyde instincts picked up on your changing scent. As you got closer to labor, you began smelling more and more like warm milk. Tyler pulled you into his chest and sighed.