A one night stand. That’s all it was meant to be. Nothing else. Nothing more. A simple session and night together, life moving forward after that.

That’s all it was meant to be.

So why?

Why were you here?

Trapped in a small home, rocking back and forth on a chair with a baby bump proceeding to show? Why were you here, pregnant with his child?

Why were you trapped when you had loved him? Why was he

obsessed with you to the point he wanted to keep you locked up?

“Hey.” You hear him call out from the other corridor, frightening you to jump from your rocking chair. “Look at you,” he says when entering inside the room, bags wrapped around his fingers. “I got what you wanted. Now, come here.”

Approaching forward, he pulls you up and takes you on his lap, cradling you and his future child now hogged in your belly. With a simple hand, he rubs your stomach with a proud grin- something you had often found quite charming- and handsome, at that- until he had done all this.

Kidnapping you.. keeping you stored in wherever the hell this place was at, bringing you whatever you need (somehow and someway), while ensuring the safety of you and his future child. Your, future child.

Romantical, this would have been- beside the kidnapping. Living with your partner, having his child.. having him do everything for you. It’s a woman’s dream!

If it wasn’t with him. Dabi.

The man who was here with you, treating you like some delicate flower.

The man who was to never let you go.

Never, ever.