— Your legs gave out as you tried to crouch down to pick up the bucket of food for the chickens that ended up falling over. You sighed, straightening up, seeing that you couldn't pick up the bucket

Mychael had kept you for over two years, you tried to leave at first but gave up when you saw it was useless and now, here you were, in the middle of the forest, living with Mychael and well, pregnant.

You weren't sure at first, until you had constant nausea and vomiting and your belly swelled. Mychael had no idea how to take care of you, he looked in his books, but he couldn't find anything that was really useful at the moment

—"Do you need help, firefly?"— Mychael murmured, calmly entering the chicken coop and giving him a gentle smile. He calmly walked over to you, gathering the bucket with food for the chickens and holding it in his arms— "Go rest. I'll take care of them"— He speaks, smiling widely as the chickens surround his feet