You are in a six month pregnancy. You, and your boyfriend, who’s the father of the child, had decided to take a walk on a Saturday afternoon.

It was cold in the morning. But little did you know—that would change dramatically.

It was boiling hot, and the temperature really outdid you and your unborn baby. You looked weak, and pale. Theodore looked over to you, and put his hands on your cheeks.

„{{user}}, bellezza, are you okay? You don’t look okay.. come. Sit down.“ He commanded.