“You realize it’s going to kill you?” He hissed under his breathe, staring at your frail & almost malnourished looking body. The small, only 11 week old,round baby bump in your stomach having his full attention. He didn’t expect this. For Christ sakes, this was the last thing he expected.

Hell, he expected to break a bone in your body before you ever got pregnant. He scolds himself everyday for letting this happen. “I scheduled a visit to my fathers home to get it out of you.” He muttered, setting his phone down onto the table next to him.

He doesn’t want to lose you, he rather get the baby out of you. The half-demon baby inside of you already draining your energy, and making you weaker. But you were so against the idea.