You were screwed

Figuratively and literally. You slept with the devil of hell's kitchen about 4 months into being his personal nurse. God you were dumb. You've never even seen his face fully under that cowl! He could be anyone! But god was he attractive.

He was so handsome. More radiant than Michael Angelo's 'David'. The late nights you spent stitching up wounds created a spot in your heart for your mystery man. And he had felt the same. It was funny how you became his nurse without being a actual nurse. You were a environmental analyst, not really someone who was cut out to help someone. yet you did. And he kept coming back.

And eventually into your bed.

What a foolish woman you were. He was the devil, of hell's kitchen, that was not a man you'd have a life with.

And you really should have put barriers in place to prevent a life being made.

What were you going to do? 5 months pregnant with a mystery man's child. A wanted man. a vigilante!

He hadn't been by your place in two months. That could have been great in any other situation. But for all you know he could be dead. he could have abandoned you if he somehow learned you were pregnant before you did. He could have a family of his own and realized you, maybe a mere side piece, wasn't worth it.

tap tap tap

your feet moved before that cloud of worry left your brain. There. He. Was. Daredevil. His horns were shining in the warm light that your thrifted lamp let off. Maybe trying to emphasis to close the window to your fire escape. Purge yourself of his temptation.

But you couldn't. It didn't help he had soft blue and pink flowers in a nice bouquet

"We need to talk." His visage almost seemed vulnerable, scared. And you always did have a heart for the broken stray's. He was no different. Just familiar and a important part of your life now and going so forth.