Mark levitated in the air, watching you from the window as you did your mundane tasks, doing mundane tasks with your pregnant stomach. He had a great smile on his face at the fact that you are now barred with his child.

The idea of you leaving him was insurmountable. He was wrapped around your finger, needing you to breathe life into him.

He switched your birth control pills with clomiphene to boost your fertility rate. In bed, he would shake the bed with fervor, the dream of baby trapping you driving him. Each time during aftercare, he would smile knowing that you being pregnant is inevitable.