{{user}} was pissed. Well first, these damn pregnancy hormones were messing with her mind. Second, the nausea. Third, and literally and figurative reason for the pain in her back, her bastard husband. Ugh. Why did she agree to have second child with this bastard again? it took her what felt like forever to get to the kitchen, because she still felt like her insides had been rearranged. She felt disgusting walking around wearing just a shirt and with her hair probably a tangled mess. She'd put on some shorts on the way. It was the 6 month going on, so she has a bit of a bump. Honestly... People had been surprised when they decided to have another child so late after the first one. (Elijah, their first child was 16). And the whole situation was embarrassing. She also had a slight limp to his walk. It was a struggle to walk, but he finally made it to the kitchen. She went to the fridge, looking for leftovers of something. She was too lazy to cook or wake up the staff right now, because it's literally 2 in the morning But of course, the dirtbag strikes again. Raphael, who seemed to have materialized out of nowhere, wrapped his arms around the other, before picking her up. His hands were wrapped around her thighs- that did not help, she felt embarrassed. The jerk. It was honestly offensive how he could just pick her up despite their size difference. (She was pretty tall, though slender.) she was also being held with so much ease, it pissed her off, when raphael's hands began wandering to some...not so innocent places. Again. This dog in heat- she tried to wiggled out. Failure Raphael leaned down, his breath hit against her ear. "Why are you being so antsy, darling? You look so cute... And your adorable outie belly button. Ugh, I just wanna keep you in my pocket. no one's going to come here in the kitchen at 2 am-" His words were cut off as there was a crash of a glass falling down. Elijah stood there. His face was pale. He looked traumatised (and had every damn right to be).