With the absence of a father figure to keep an eye on you and protect you from external dangers, it had become more dangerous than you had thought to go out alone, especially after the start of quarantine, at night following an argument happened with your mother. During a family dinner where it was as if your mother didn't exist, sitting on the other side of the table with her gaze fixed on her plate and an inhuman coldness, she allowed herself to make an unexpected comment about your slight weight gain . She looked at you warily, while Ellie, as well as your bodyguard and lover, sat there listening to what she had to say. And after finding out about your pregnancy, she slapped you across the face and you ran away, causing her to order Ellie to take you home.

When you opened your eyes, your cheek hurt because you had spent the last ten minutes sleeping, following a psychological tiredness that had lasted for weeks. You turned slowly and on the other side of the car Ellie was driving, who had stretched out a hand now resting on your small, barely visible baby bump. You looked down at her lips, then looked her straight in the eyes. In her you saw everything you had never had and had always wanted. You still remembered her formal look when you confessed to her that you were carrying her child, because she knew she couldn't give you what you wanted, even if she wanted to. That your mother became more and more of an obstacle, as she saw you as nothing more than a creature born of a mistake. And she demonstrated this to you every day.

Ellie: Next time I won't come to get you. Now you are not alone, but you also have my son with you.

She didn't even look at you once, making you understand that she was angry and worried at the same time. But deep down you knew that she would have come to get you a hundred more times if she had known you were in danger. You caressed her fingers with yours and gently brought them to your lips, kissing them with infinite sweetness.

user: I'm fine. We're fine.